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BAU TEAM MEMBERS...

...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU

-Part one of two

-f!reader

-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.

-Y/n (Your name)

-Y/l/n (Your last name)

-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)

-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.

EMILY PRENTISS

"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"

"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.

"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.

"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.

"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.

I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.

"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.

"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.

Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.

"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.

"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "

A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.

"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.

Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.

Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..

Number 1, it's my job

And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.

"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.

I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.

(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)

I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.

I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.

A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.

Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.

The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.

"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.

My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.

"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.

"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.

I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.

I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.

I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.

She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.

"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.

The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.

"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.

Play it cool, Y/n.

"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.

The bartender slid me the lemonade.

"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.

The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.

"Let me get this for you." she smiled.

I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.

"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.

"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.

"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."

I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.

"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.

I didn't respond, but held my gaze.

"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."

My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.

"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.

She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.

"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.

EMILY'S POV

"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.

"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.

"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.

"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.

"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.

I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.

"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.

I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.

She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.

The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.

I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.

"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.

"I saw it, go." he responded.

"Already at the door."

Y/N'S POV

I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.

"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.

I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.

She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.

The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.

She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"

"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.

"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.

I watched her leave, standing at the bar.

Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.

She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.

My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.

"Crush it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.

Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.

"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"

"Reid.." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.

Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.

"Oh.."

AARON HOTCHNER

Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.

Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.

Did I care? That's another story.

I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.

"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.

"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.

"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.

He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.

"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.

"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.

"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.

We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?

"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.

"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.

"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.

"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.

I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.

"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.

I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.

He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.

I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.

"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.

I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.

"Listen man i-"

I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.

He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.

"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.

"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.

"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.

"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.

He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.

As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.

"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.

"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.

"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.

"I am." he said.

I kept my gaze fixed.

He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."

(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)

This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.

“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”

By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.

He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.

"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.

He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.

"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.

Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.

"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.

"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.

"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.

"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.

I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.

He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"

"Aaron." I interrupted him.

"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.

His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.

SPENCER REID

"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.

"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.

"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"

"Spence." I cut him off smiling.

"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.

"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.

"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.

I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.

I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.

"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.

I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.

She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.

"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.

"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.

"Oh please" I said, waving her off.

"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.

I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.

"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."

"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.

I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."

Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.

The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.

"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.

"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.

"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.

Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.

Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.

My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.

Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.

"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.

SPENCER'S POV

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.

That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.

Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.

"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.

"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.

Y/N'S POV

"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.

I put mine in, as did Spencer.

"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.

"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.

I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.

I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.

I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.

"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.

"Call." said the others at the table.

The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.

I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.

I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.

"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.

I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.

Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.

I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.

The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.

Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.

The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.

"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.

"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.

I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.

Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.

He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.

"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.

The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.

Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.

I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.

"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.

He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.

"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.

I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.

SPENCER'S POV

We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.

"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.

"I did.."

We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.

"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.

"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.

I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Maybe emily prentiss x chubby reader who doesn't like the way they look so when emily hears them saying something bad about themselves she fucks them in front of a mirror and if she wants to cum she has to say something good about themselves or something

Pretty Princess 18+

*Authors note~ this is such a cute idea and I absolutely had a blast writing it, thank you for your request*

Trigger warnings~ daddy Emily sub r mirrors ;) humiliation if you squint? Strap on lots of praise

Prompt~see aak^^^^

SSA Prentiss was what you became while your wife became the Chief of the BAU. You loved that you could work together, live together and enjoy life as a married couple while doing your dream jobs. The BAU was one big family and that's what made work that bit better, it was no secret to the team you had some body issues, they'd been there when you were diagnosed and through the therapy to get better.

The team and your wife always made sure you are and drank at work and Derek often trained with you to prevent you overworking your body. It was one thing to remain fit and healthy but you'd been know to go over the top. You didn't mind the company and it was always a good bit of banter to remind Derek you had much better cardio than he did.

You'd been having a bad mental health day, you weren't sure how it started, but the whole team knew. JJ noticed how you made your cup of coffee last impossibly long, Garcia noticed you turned down one of her cookies, Derek noticed the baggy clothing, Rossi noticed how with drawn you were and your wife? Well she noticed it all and immediately began to formulate a plan to make it better for you.

That was how you found yourself travelling home with your wife as she drove. Her hand resting on your thigh unless she needed to change gears. "Angel?" She murmured and you let out a hum of acknowledgment, "when we get home, go to the bedroom for daddy and strip down for me" she murmured to you knowing your submissive manner wouldn't let you ignore the request despite how you were feeling.

Arriving back home you did exactly as you were told to, stripping bare and kneeling by Emily's side of your bed. You tilted your head down to avoid seeing your body, you don't know how long you remained their or when the tears started to fall down your cheeks at the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"Angel? Colour" Emily murmured entering the room and immediately noticing your tears. "Green" you whispered not looking up or opening your eyes. "Angel, daddy wants to make you feel good okay?" You nodded in response not being given the permission to verbally respond to her. "You can speak angel, daddy just wants to make you feel good there's not gonna be any punishments tonight. You're my beautiful girl and I want you to see that" she murmured cupping your cheek and brushing the tears away with her thumbs. A sweet kiss placed to your lips before she rested her forehead to yours. "Let me see those pretty eyes princess" she murmured and you slowly opened your eyes to find hers filled with love.

The raven haired woman helped you to stand on ylur shaky legs just holding you close to her body, "princess? help daddy with these?" You did just that to find your wife was packing. "Daddy?" You murmured glancing at the faux cock. "Does my pretty princess wanna get on her knees and suck daddy's strap hmm?" She teased moving to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread and guiding you to kneel between them. "Go ahead beautiful, make daddy's dick nice and wet for me" she murmured stroking through your hair.

Your wife wasn't normally so gentle in her needy state, but tonight she was slow and gentle, making sure to shower you in love and praise every time she opened her mouth. "Oh fuck sweet girl, so good for daddy" she muttered before tugging slightly on your hair, "up baby, god I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that pretty!" You followed her silent request and realised her with a leeward plop. "Oh pretty girl you did such a good job for your daddy, daddy's best girl hmm?"

That was how you found yourself straddling your wife's cock as she urged you to bouncy on it, positioned ever so accurately that you were forced to watch your face and body as you took her deep into your needy cunt, the slight curve causing the head to hit that spot that drove you wild. "Daddy! Please mm need please" you whined hoping she'd take pity on you.

"Compliment yourself and look at yourself in the mirror and I'll let you cum" Emily purred into your ear helping your hips bounce due to how needy you were. "Can't. No good" you whimpered only to cry out when she pinched are your sensitive nub did you cry out, "I'm daddy's pretty princess. God I'm fuck beautiful daddy please please please make it feel good!"

Emily brought her mouth to suck on your pulse point before murmuring, "cum for me pretty princess" and you did, hard. She slowed her thrusts until you were just cockwarming her at this point to catch your breath. "So so pretty baby, I know todays been bad for you in your mind but you're so loved and so so beautiful Angel, daddy's pretty princess. So how about a bath love?" You agreed and felt so much better and loved, Emily always knew just what to do to help you.

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A Dangerous Game Ch 16

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, hurt, angst, minor arguments, bad coping mechanisms. the usual bau type case work. i apologize in advance and will be taking invoices for therapy bills. know that i made myself cry too, we're suffering together.

Emily was genuinely surprised to see your car in the parking lot the next morning, she’d been fully expecting you to use a sick day, or at the very least that you would be late. A jolt shot through her and she was suddenly nervous about going inside the office and having to face you like absolutely nothing had changed.

“Morning.” Derek’s voice came from just behind her as he fell into step with her and she glanced up, mustering a smile.

“Morning.” She paused, pressing the button for the elevator, speaking again when the doors slid open, “hey, thanks for getting that system installed at Wilson’s”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He grumbled, running a hand over his face, “damn thing kept glitching. I was on the phone with the company for over an hour trying to reboot it but nothing wanted to work.”

“Can they send someone?”

“Yeah but they’re backlogged and understaffed, won’t be for nearly two weeks at the least.”

“Shit…”

“I wouldn’t worry too much, she lives in a nice area, neighbour nosy as hell too.”

“Hmm.” Emily nodded as the doors swooshed open and the two of them went their separate ways, Derek beelining for the breakroom for a fresh coffee and she disappeared into her office.

It was a slow day, which was making it even more intolerable, menial paperwork, and piles of it to get through. At least for Emily that just meant it was a quick read through to make sure her team had completed what they needed correctly, signing off on a couple of them before submitting them to the higher ups. She was spending the rest of the time looking through potential cases, begging to find one that would take the team out of town. She figured that was her best bet for when it came to keeping Dewald away from you, on the off chance the bug was broken or he didn’t think the fight was legit.

After lunch Penelope had the dire need for human interaction, bringing her laptop into Emily’s office with the hope for some girl talk or gossip. JJ had come to drop off her stack of paperwork completed with the hopes that she would be able to take a half day, lingering to chat for a little bit as Emily approved her papers. She had just reached the last one in the pile when there was a small knock on the doorframe and Emily glanced up to see you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You huffed, keeping your gaze anywhere but on Emily, “statements from the Davis case, extraction summary for Randall, and the write up you asked for.” You dropped them into the inbox on her desk.

“Thanks.” She smiled softly in your direction, trying not to let the frown take over her face instead when she really got a look at you. You looked exhausted, the bags under your eyes puffy no doubt from crying most of the night and guilt surged through her. She could tell you’d been letting your anxiety win, your usually perfectly manicured nails were picked at, ripped apart, the polish peeling off a few of them. You turned to leave the awkward space and Emily stumbled over her thoughts right before speaking, “good work, if you want to call it a half day and head out, you can.”

“You sure?” You turned back to her, this time actually looking at her with a raised brow and the melancholy had left your eyes, a spite fire in them now, “what if there’s a case and I’m off galivanting across DC?” You didn’t wait for an answer, if she wanted to send you home she could do it later, you didn’t need a half day to go sulk by yourself at home, at least here you were semi distracted.

You were gone from the office before Emily even had a chance to comment on your response. Instead she let out a groan, hands rubbing circles at her temples,

“God… she fucking hates me….”

“You kicked her off a case, she’ll get over it.” JJ laughed, picking up her coffee mug and leaving the office, eager to get out of work for the day.

“I wish it was that simple.” Emily muttered, trying to keep her own emotions at bay. Silence over took the room for a moment as the wheels started spinning in Penelope’s head, surveying the other woman. There was frustration behind her eyes but also sadness as she fought back the slight shimmering of tears, ducking her gaze from the blonde.

“Wait….”

“What?” She glanced up, catching Penelope studying her and the guilt washed over her again.

“You and Wilson had something, didn’t you? Something that meant something…”

“We were friends Penelope.” She laughed, putting the mask back on the best she could, “and I don’t like burning bridges with friends, especially ones that are on this team. We’re supposed to be a family here and now there’s all this tension. It’s not supposed to be like this…”

“Well… families fight sometimes.” She leant forward, squeezing at Emily’s hand across her desk, “and you know what else? They eventually come around and forgive too.”

“I’m really not sure there is a coming back from this…” Sighing, she dumped the pile of your paperwork into her outbox, turning to the pile of files beside her she handed Penelope a stack, “help me find a case?”

“Yeah.” The blonde gave her a bright smile, she knew there was more going on than Emily was letting onto, but she wasn’t about to push it, she’d simply be there to help her with whatever she needed.

A few hours later Emily glanced up to find your desk empty, though your laptop was still sitting on it, your blazer strewn across the chair. Her eyes swept through the room to find Derek missing too and she figured you’d gone upstairs to the gym to try and work off some of the frustration.

By the end of the day she hadn’t managed to find a viable case, even with Penelope’s help. There were a few calls into some local ones, but she desperately wanted one out of state. She needed you out of your house and it wasn’t exactly like she could just get you at her place anymore. She thanked the other woman for her help, dismissing her for the day and packed up her things, making her way out of the office.

Sergio greeted her at the door when she got home, meowing as he wound around her ankles. She gave him a little scratch, pouring some food into his bowl but he ignored it, sitting in the entry way staring at the door for a full half hour after she got home. He let out a loud meow, looking over his shoulder at her at the forty five minute mark and she let out a huff,

“Forget it. She’s not coming over anymore.”

Emily had a pint of ice cream for dinner that night.

Back at the BAU you certainly had been at the gym, though you’d stayed on the treadmill and extra hour after Derek had left. By the time you’d gotten back downstairs to grab your stuff, the room was empty and Emily’s office was dark, you’d at least managed to avoid another run in.

Getting home you took the worlds longest shower, trying to scrub away the past couple of days in the steaming hot water before changing into warm pyjamas. Your appetite was nonexistent, so you simply stared into the fridge for ten minutes before opening the freezer to do the same thing. Nothing was jumping out at you so you closed both, grabbing the bottle of bourbon from the liquor rack and a glass before you dropped onto the couch.

You thought the mind numbing sitcom that you’d seen a million times before would be enough to distract you from thinking about Emily. Then the two main characters started their romantic arc and you couldn’t help the tears in your eyes, or the way they started to roll down your cheeks. Feeling sorry for yourself, and angry at Emily, you turned off the tv, chucking the remote to the other side of the couch and headed upstairs.

Sleep managed to evade you for hours, you’d done laundry but the scent of Emily’s perfume still lingered in your sheets. Tears stained your pillows and when you finally managed to cry yourself out, exhausted and fall asleep, your dreams were plagued with memories of her, waking you up with a whole new surge of sadness and tears.

She wanted nothing to do with you anymore and you had never felt so broken.

The next three days Emily’s anxiety was skyrocketing each morning she pulled into the parking lot until she found your car. Despite having cut ties with you she was still worried that Dewald would continue to go after you, she was desperate for a case to take the team out of state. She’d already reached out to local PD, appointing Will lead on finding Dewald now that he was in the DMV area, knowing that he would treat the matter with the right severity. The faster the bastard was behind bars, the faster she could come clean and pray that you’d accept whatever feeble apology she could give.

For those same three days your chest was tight each morning you pulled up to the BAU, expecting that one day your access badge simply wouldn’t work, that there would be transfer paperwork sitting on your desk when you got in. You were starting to feel Emily didn’t want you on the team anymore, while other members got to leave the office to go into the field locally, you were always told to remain here, holding down the fort, working with Penelope or Reid. You understood this was potentially part of the reprimand but underneath it all you were doubting yourself more and more each day, feeling like you didn’t deserve to be on such an exclusive team any longer. And that certainly wasn’t helping you sleep at night or your stress levels.

Emily watched from her office as you slunk through the bullpen to your desk, dropping down into your chair and your head sunk into your hands. A moment later Derek walked passed, placing a warm mug of coffee on your desk, squeezing at your shoulder. You glanced up toward him, giving the best smile you could before picking up the coffee. He lingered for a bit and she wished she could hear what the two of you were saying, you nodded, then shook your head with a shrug and Derek squeezed your shoulder again before moving to his own desk. You took a heavy breath, wiping at your make up less face before cracking open your lap top.

She was more than well aware now that she wasn’t the only one laying awake at night and all she wanted was to be able to wrap you in her arms, telling you it would all be okay, leaving a soft kiss on the top of your head while you drifted off. She craved your touch, she missed your smile, the sparkle in your eye, hearing your laugh drift through the air, the way you would nuzzle closer to her even in your sleep. The way that you made her feel safe, cared for and appreciated in a way no one else ever had. She could feel the tears misting into her eyes as she watched you, wanting nothing more than to call you into her office and explain the whole thing. A tear was just about to escape out of the corner of her eye when her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts.

Normally, you would have been able to feel her eyes on you, a smirk on your cheeks as you guessed what she was thinking as she stared. But today you were so utterly exhausted you didn’t feel anything. You were numb.

That phone call had been the saving grace Emily had been waiting for. They weren’t requesting the whole team, just a couple of agents to get further clearance and the experience of profilers. She worked her way through the team mentally as to who would be best suited and landed on Derek, figuring it couldn’t hurt that the two of you were pretty good friends and she knew he would keep an eye on you too. She managed to catch him in the break room, handing over a file and giving him a brief run down before she crossed back through the bull pen,

“Wilson? You got a minute?” She called, trying not to frown when you tensed at the sound of her voice, letting out a heavy sigh as you pushed back from her desk, following her into her office, closing the door behind yourself.

“What’s up?” You asked, lingering near the doorway while she took a seat behind her desk.

“Wheels up in thirty.”

“And the rest of the team?” You raised a brow, feeling the annoyance surging through your veins already, exhaustion not helping the situation, “or are you shipping me off to boarding school for me to work on my manners now?”

“Does everything have to be a fight with you?” She grumbled, huffing, “you and Morgan have a case, they don’t want the whole team, just some insight.” She held up a folder for you to take and reluctantly, you stepped forward and took it from her.

“Seattle? Seriously?” You asked and she nodded, you let out a sigh, doing your best not to roll your eyes, trying to keep your behaviour in check, “listen, I know I made a mistake and broke protocol but how long is this punishment crap going to last?”

“Excuse me?” She raised a brow and you took a deep breath.

“You booted me off a case that I was lead on five years ago, one that Jacksonville called me specifically to run point on. I seem to remember landing in Florida hearing you say, ‘this is your case, I’m just along for the ride’, what happened to that?”

“I think I’ve already given you a pretty good explanation for that.��

“Oh whatever.” You rolled your eyes, “just come out and say you hate me already. You break up with me, if you can even call it that considering we weren’t even together.” You choked on your words, the tears building in your eyes and you weren’t even sure if they were painful ones, frustrated tears or simply just your body aching for some actual sleep, “And now you’re shipping me off across the country so you don’t have to deal with me? So you don’t have to see me on a daily basis? Or is it because you don’t think I can handle seeing you every day?”

Emily could see just how much you were breaking in front of her and it was with every power she had that she was keeping the mask on, her stomach was churning, bile creeping up her throat when her lips moved.

“Agent Wilson, if you would like to keep this job, you’ll go get your bag and meet Morgan at the jet in thirty. And watch your tone, I don’t need you making the BAU look bad over there.” You took a shaky breath, eyeing her for a moment but you knew you were pushing you luck already, you didn’t want to lose this job.

“Yes ma’am.” You turned from her, taking a step toward the door before you suddenly turned back, “it really had to be Seattle? You could’ve shipped me off anywhere in the country…”

“They asked for you specifically.” She replied, it wasn’t fully a lie. She’d mentioned she had an agent who used to live and work out there and they said they’d appreciate being sent them; it would help if you already knew the city.

“Bullshit.” You shook your head, “if you want me transferred out so badly just fucking do it.”

You were gone from her office before she had a chance to say anything else. God she really had dug the knife in deep, maybe even deeper than she’d meant to. She could chalk up your attitude to exhaustion, she’d excuse that for a week at the very least. Hopefully a trip out of state, getting somewhere different might help you sleep. At the very least she wouldn’t have to worry about Dewald having access to where you were.

She took a shaky breath, trying to hold it in but the disdain in your eyes when you looked at her now was a stab to the gut and she felt like she hated herself as much as she was sure you hated her. Tears welled up in her eyes again and this time she let them slip down her cheeks, the bullpen was empty and she was too tired of fighting it.

“You okay?” Penelope’s extremely soft voice came from the doorway and Emily quickly sniffled, wiping at her cheeks.

“Yeah, just… exhausted.”

“Anything I can do to help?” She asked, taking a few steps into the office and Emily took a couple of breaths, straightening out her shirt as she shifted in her chair.

“Uh, call Will. See if he has any leads on Dewald, names, addresses, links, anything. And you do whatever magic it is that you do to try and track the bastard down, check traffic cams in Alexandria. Cross streets of Mt Vernon Trail and Canal Center.”

“Any specific dates your thinking?” The blonde raised a brow slightly.

“Last Sunday night, say ten pm until eight the next morning.” She made a rough guess, knowing the cat had to have been placed sometime in that range. There was a small pause in the room before Penelope spoke, her voice quiet again.

“Wilson’s his main target isn’t she?”

“What?” Emily glanced up, trying to mask it, her brows furrowing but she knew it was too late, sighing, “are you gunning for a promotion or something?”

“No.” Garcia chuckled softly, “it’s just standard procedure to take an Agent off a case when they’re the main target. You know if you told her that maybe she wouldn’t be such a bitch to you.”

“I can’t tell her.” She started to defend her decision and Penelope cut in,

“Because she shares that same suicidal tendency you have? And she’ll immediately use herself as bait, going to him on her own to bring him out of the shadows?”

“And we both know how that ended last time…” Emily deadpanned, “keep this on the downlow please? I don’t need the whole team knowing.”

“Of course sunshine.” She stepped forward, squeezing Emily’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “and don’t worry, Derek’ll keep an eye on her.”

You climbed onto the jet, tossing your bag down into a spare chair and dropped into one beside the window. You were in the midst of pulling out your headphones when Derek came wandering back from the cock pit, tossing a hoodie to you.

“Why?” You asked with a slight grumble.

“You always sleep better curled up in a hoodie, and you look downright exhausted.”

“Thanks I guess.” You mumbled, but admitted defeat, pulling the sweater over your head and curling up around yourself. Much to your dismay, he settled into the seat diagonally across from you, case file on his lap. After a few minutes of reading through it, the plane started it’s ascent and he turned to you with a smirk on his lips.

“You ever join the mile high club Wilson?”

“You have a girlfriend and I don’t swing that way Morgan.” You grumbled back, rolling your eyes as you adjusted in your seat.

“Hey.” He nudged at your foot with his own, “I’m just tryin to light the mood. You seem pretty down in the dumps this week.”

“Can you just let me be down in the dumps in peace then?” You asked and he could see the shimmer of tears in your eyes through the reflection in the window.

“Alright.” He dug through his bag for a second, pulling out a jar of gummy melatonin, “here, take one of these. Help you sleep but you won’t be too groggy when we land.”

You turned back to him, swiping at the corner of your eye with the stolen hoodie before picking up the jar and popping one out, “thanks.” You mustered up the best smile you could and he squeezed at your foot while you readjusted in the seat, pulling your legs up into your usual jet sleeping position.

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marie-swriting · 7 months

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Baking Therapy - Emily Prentiss

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Summary : Emily has a lot of things in mind but she can always count on you to notice it and make her feel better.

Warnings : set in season 12 so mention of Reid in prison, hurt/comfort, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.8k

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Song inspiration : Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Still in her office at the BAU, Emily finishes the paperwork about the last case with tiredness in her eyes. She fights the sleep off as best as she can to have the strength to go through Reid’s case once she’ll be over with this one. However, the fatigue takes over her body a bit more when she yawns loudly. Emily stops writing and closes her eyes while stretching, hoping to feel more awake. As soon as she thinks she is better, Emily takes her pen and resumes writing her sentence. When she finishes it, someone knocks on her door. Without looking up, she lets the person come in. Hearing Rossi’s voice, she draws her attention to her colleague.

“You’re done ?”

“Almost. I just need to complete some passages.” she informs, pointing at the file.

“You’ll go home soon then.”

“No, I want to take a look at Reid’s file.”

Upon hearing Emily saying this, Rossi sighs before getting closer to her desk.

“Emily, it’s 9 P.M. I thought you were supposed to spend the night with Y/N.”

“I told her I’d come home late.” Emily specifies and Rossi gives her a look. “What ?”

“You should go home.”

“And I will. I just want to find something to help Reid first.”

“Look, I want the kid out of prison as much as you do but you won’t be of any help if you pass out on his file. Go home to your wife and get some rest. Like this, you’ll be able to work better.” David orders, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Sure but-”

“No ‘but’. Trust me on that. Finish this file and go home.” he insists.

“I will.” Emily concedes, sighing.

“Have a good night Prentiss.”

“You too, Rossi.”

Once Rossi is gone, Emily doesn’t waste a second and gets back on her file. The last period on the paper, she glances at Reid’s file on her desk then at the picture of you two. She wants to listen to Rossi’s advice yet she wants to take advantage of every second to help her friend. However, when she yawns until her jaw drops, she has to accept the fact she needs to rest. Reluctantly, she turns off her lamp desk, takes her bags and leaves the building.

On the way home, Emily pays more attention to her driving, aware of her level of tiredness. Upon arriving at your place, Emily sighs in relief. In the elevator, she stretches her neck while checking her phone. As soon as she opens the door of your apartment, a smile makes its way on her face whilst she puts her bags on the ground. You’re in the kitchen humming the refrain of Eternal Flame by The Bangles, Emily goes to join you and as she gets closer to you, she finds you making fresh pasta. Emily wraps her arms around your waist and puts her chin on your shoulder. As soon as you feel her, you’re slightly startled then you turn your head towards her. You peck her lips and focus back to your pasta.

“You’re home early.”

“Rossi convinced me to leave.”

“Remind me to send him a text to thank him and to reprimand him, too. I wanted everything to be ready when you come home.” you explain, smiling.

“It’s okay. What is it that you’re making ?”

“Pasta alla carbonara alla Rossi.” you exclaim, trying to say it with an Italian accent. “I know, I mispronounced everything.” you add while Emily holds back a laughter.

“It was cute.” she affirms, kissing your cheek. “You need help ?”

“No, thanks, I love my kitchen too much.”

“Hey ! I’m not that bad.” Emily says, offended and she tickles you.

“You’ve improved, I have to admit.” you tell her whilst continuing to cut the pasta. “You have time to take a bath and put on some comfy clothes. Go !” you order and you push her toward the bathroom.

You’ve just finished cooking, when she reappears in the kitchen. Emily’s hair is in a bun and she wears leggings with one of your tee-shirts. She sits at the table and you put the food on the plates. At the same time you set the plates on the table, Emily pours you a glass of wine then another one for her.

Whilst you’re eating, Emily asks you about your day. You tell her about your class and some funny sentences your six-year-old pupils told you, she laughs at some of them. As you keep talking, you notice she does everything to avoid talking about her day, but you don’t say anything about it. You know Emily needs some time before explaining the horror she sees in the field. Guessing it was a pretty tough case, you distract her until the end of your meal.

Once you’ve cleared the table, you see on Emily’s face she won’t be sleeping, despite how tired she is. Her brain is working too much to allow her to rest. You give her a compassionate smile before taking her hand in yours. Emily smiles at this contact.

“You want to bake some muffins ?”

With your sentence, Emily understands what you’re insinuating : “you want to bake while we talk about what’s on your mind ?”

It’s a habit you’ve naturally picked on. The first time you did ‘baking therapy’, as Emily calls it, it was at the beginning of your relationship ; you had been dating for a month and that night, the case had been hard emotionally speaking. When she came home, she found you baking a strawberry charlotte. She helped you with it as much as she could while she was explaining what she was feeling. The baking moment ended up in tears though, Emily felt better afterwards. Therefore, it quickly became your tradition and currently, Emily needs a lot of ‘baking therapy’.

After taking all the ingredients, you start baking the muffins whilst Emily weighs what there is to weigh and hands them to you when you need it. At first, Emily stays silent, lost in her thoughts. You notice it right away because she doesn’t hear you the first time you ask her to give you the flour. You give her a few more minutes before asking the fateful question.

“You want to tell me what’s going on in your mind ?”

“I’d need more than some muffins to tell you everything that worries me.”

“Fortunately, we have a whole day off in common tomorrow. For once. It’s your last case, isn’t it ?”

“It was a tough one, yes. Everytime I think I’ve seen it all, a new UnSub proves me wrong. You know you’d think I’m used to it by now but it’s not the case. No matter how much I try to be emotionally distant, sometimes it’s complicated.” she admits with sad eyes while handing you the sugar and the baking powder.

“It’s not the only thing.” you add and Emily avoids your gaze for a second.

“I can’t stop thinking about Reid. We’ve been searching and still, we can’t find proof Scratch is behind all of it. If Spencer could remember what happened in that motel, it could probably help us. Besides, I can’t help but imagine Spencer in prison and how it must be complicated and it breaks my heart. He needs to get out of it and I have to admit I’ve been wondering if we’ll be able to do it this year.”

“You’ll find what you need to help him, Emily.” you affirm, putting your hand on the top of hers.

“I hope. Either way, I won’t be resting until he is with us again.”

“Em’, don’t forget to not overwork yourself.”

“He needs my help.” she steadfastly contradicts. “I should be doing more, I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“It’s not true and deep down you know it. You’ve done everything you could and you and your team are still helping him. But Emily, you have to rest. You won’t be able to efficiently help him if you’re exhausted. I know you go through his file when you can’t sleep at night.” you confess and she looks at you, frowning. “The parquet floor creaks when you get out of bed.” you add, laughing lightly before mixing together your preparation. “Emily, I’m sure you’ll find a solution for Spencer. You’re the best BAU team, I don’t care if I’m not objective for saying this. The fact is, you will clear his name. I have faith in you guys. I have faith in you. And stop doubting your skills, you are a good Unit Chief.” you state looking her straight in the eyes.

“You’ve known for too long.” Emily falsely complains while you beat the egg whites until stiff.

“And knowing so many profilers helps too. I’m serious though, Em’. It’s true you have a lot of things to handle, the cases, the new responsibilities as Chief, Reid’s case with Scratch, it’s a lot of pressure and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed but do not think you don’t have the skills to deal with all of it. I know you and if there’s one person who can handle it, it’s you.”

“You always have the perfect words. Thank God, you’re here.” she smiles and she gives you the chocolates chips. “Without you I wouldn’t be able to feed myself properly.”

“Am I only useful for this ?” you question, faking being offended whilst you mix again.

“No, I couldn’t have dreamed of a better wife. With you, I can be vulnerable without feeling bad about it so thank you.” she says softly and kisses you.

Emily butters the tins then you fill them with the mix. You put the muffins in the oven while Emily sets the timer, not without stealing the rest of the preparation at the bottom of the bowl. You put the dishes in the dishwasher before sitting on the couch. Emily’s back is against your torso and your arms are around her body. You stay like this in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. Sometimes you whisper sweet nothings, wanting to make sure her mind is free from all the stress before falling asleep.

Once the timer rings, you tell Emily to go to bed whilst you take the muffins out of the oven. You let them cool down and go change in your pyjamas. As soon as you’re ready, you go to your room to ask Emily if she wants one muffin or two and when you see her fast asleep, you smile. You make sure every light is off and the main door is locked before making a detour to the kitchen. You take a small plate and put a muffin on it then you go find your wife in your bedroom. You set the plate on her night stand and lay next to her. As soon as you’re laying down, Emily’s arms find their way to your waist. You get closer to her, kiss the crown of her hair before closing your eyes, Emily’s regular breaths, lulling you to sleep.

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derek gently grabs his sisters arm before heading to a private office. he hugs her tightly once he shuts the door. derek couldn’t believe he was actually holding his little sister.

he never thought he’d ever get the chance to! seeing her alive and somewhat well made him feel like all the weight he carried was suddenly being lifted off his shoulders.

derek checks her, seeing if she had any scars, bruises, whatever! he wanted to make sure she had been good.

“derek, im fine!”

derek looks at her once more before kissing the top of her head. “have you eaten? got anything to drink? do you need water? a bath? whatever it is, tell me!”

yn laughs a bit. she’s grateful derek hasn’t changed at all. she missed him the years she had disappeared. it felt great to be back in her big brothers embrace.

“im okay! swear it.”

derek sighs.

“what are you doing here? how’d you find me?”

this time she frowns. she was already dreading telling derek why she suddenly showed up. but knowing her brother, he’d find out someway somehow. coming clean is the best option.

“derek, im—i ran from bill, a while ago. he’s looking for me dee. i—i had to get away from him this time.”

derek blood boils at the mention of that man’s name. he hated that his sister suffered so much at the hands of him.

“what did he do?”

she turns away from him and starts to tear up. she couldn’t even bring herself to say what she’d been through the last few years!

bill had ruined her. not just mentally but physically and sexually. he made her weak, made her feel hopeless. for years she believed no one would ever love her like he did! she believed him.

how could she ever think otherwise? she knew she was at fault for leaving her family, disappearing on them, but he always reminded her they never came looking for her, they allowed her to run off with the man that beats on her despite knowing.

but then she met kim. kim was just like her! she’d been abused and beaten down pretty bad in the past. if it weren’t for her, yn would have continued to believe in bills lies.

yn loved kim like a sister. she took care of her, fed her, got her a job, therapy, anything she needed to finally free herself from bills hands. unfortunately he found them.

when bill came for her he had beaten and tortured her before killing kim right in front of her eyes. she knew then, there was no escaping him. he would find her no matter what. she accepted that for the next three years.

until she found out something that would change her life forever. “two years ago i found out i was pregnant, dee. i—i knew i had to leave when i found out. i wasn’t gonna allow my kid to suffer the same way i had. i wouldn’t do that to him! but bill, he’s looking hard. he—he keeps,” yn chokes.

“what is it, yn?”

“he keeps harming the people that helps me and ollie. he won’t stop until he finally gets me back. he threatened to kill oliver, dee. he threatened to kill my baby boy!” yn cried out.

derek grabs his sister and holds her tightly. he kisses the top of her head and hums. “you know i won’t let that happen, right? i won’t let billy hurt you or oliver, okay?”

yn sniffles and nods her head. “we’ll get you protection! hell you can stay with me!”

yn shakes her head. “he’ll find me there instantly, derek! we need somewhere he’d never check. someone who could protect me and oliver.”

derek thinks before nodding. he kisses the top of her head once more. “why don’t you clean yourself up. ill introduce you to my team after while i talk to my boss, okay?”

yn nods her head. derek escorts her to the restroom, waiting for her to finish before grabbing her and walking her to the bullpen.

“guys, this is yn. my little sister.”

the team eyes widened. they had no clue derek had another sister.

“hi, im jj!”

“emily prentiss,”

“doctor spencer reid.”

yn puts her hand out for him to shake. “actually, i don’t shake hands! germs. it’ll be safer for us to kiss.” spencer states.

yn raises her brows, turning to look at derek. derek rolls his eyes playfully. “im gonna go talk to boss man. you think you could keep my sister company for a few?”

“yeah, sure!” emily pats derek shoulder. derek nods as he heads up the steps and gently knocks on hotch’s door.

“come in.”

derek opened and closed the door behind him. he never got nervous in front of aaron. he didn’t see the need to be. right now, he was sweating bullets. what he was gonna ask him was big! he knew aaron just got a new place when he got a pay raise. it was a pretty decent house. place had five bedrooms and considering aaron lived alone, besides his nine year old son, he had space for his sister and his nephew. plus he knew yn would be protected there whenever aaron wasn’t away. and it was gated, you needed a code to get in. it’s honestly the perfect place for her to hide.

“everything okay? you seemed rattled when that woman came in.”

derek nods. “yeah, everything’s okay. listen, hotch, i know you know more than anyone about me. you probably know i had another sister,”

aaron nods in confirmation.

“she’s—she’s been in an abusive relationship for quite sometime. she ran away with him almost ten years ago and we never seen her again. he’s bad news hotch. he use to terrorize our neighborhood back in the day. pretty sure he even killed a few people. no one’s ever snitched though, afraid of getting iced themselves,”

“is she okay? anything i can do to help?”

“she apparently got out two years back. she’s got a kid with this guy, hotch. he’s looking for her. pretty sure he even killed a few people to get to her, though she’s not directly saying it. he threatened to kill her son!”

aaron looks just as pissed as derek does. derek was like family to hotch, his whole team is! he didn’t like when people messed with his family.

“we’re not suppose to, you know that, but we can look into the case. find everything we need on this guy, derek! we’ll get him.”

derek nods. “i need a big favor.”

“anything.”

“yn needs a place to stay. id say with me but, he’d go looking straight there and i don’t have the same protection you do at yours. i was wondering—”

“she can crash at mine until this is over.”

“really? it’s not too much trouble?”

aaron shakes his head. “it’ll be nice to have company besides jack. plus haven’t had a little boy running around in a while. jack thinks he’s too old to play with his old man.” aaron gives derek a small smile.

“thank you so much, hotch! this means a lot to me. ill—ill let my sister know.”

hotch nods his head before derek leaves, going back to his paperwork.

when derek told yn the news she sighs in relief. she felt like she and her boy would be safe living with derek’s boss. knowing he lived in a gated community made her feel even better.

derek left work early to be with his sister and meet his nephew. yn had left him in the hands of a woman she worked with. she made sure he was safe before leaving to meet her brother.

“how long have you been in the city?”

yn pulls out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one up. derek gives her a look. she always came down on their mom about her smoking habits.

“not long. maybe two months! i called mom, asked where you were. she told me you’re right here in quantico. thought it was perfect.”

“since when you start smoking?”

yn sighs. “since i ran off. use to be worse! had about three packs a day. now i smoke once every twelve’s hours. trynna quit for ollie.”

“good! need you here for a long time. got ma to quit.”

“no way?! mom?”

derek chuckled. he wraps his arm around his sister shoulder.

“im glad you’re back, yn. i missed you a lot. worried about you all the time.”

yn smiles at her brother.

“i thought about you a lot, dee. you, mom, desi, and sar. especially when i was pregnant with ollie.”

“why didn’t you come find us sooner?”

yn shrugs. “i didn’t think you’d want to see me again. bills words still struck a nerve. that you were all better off without me.”

derek shakes his head. “absolutely not! bills a narcissist asshole! we love you, yn. you gotta know that.”

yn hums. “i know. thanks again for this derek. i don’t know what id do without you.”

“im always here! now let’s go meet my nephew, huh?” derek smiles as yn leads the way into her co-workers building.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Beyond Breaking // Chapter Three

WASH MY MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP

Summary: A lot of things get said, some painful truths spill out and some helpful ones stay hidden

Content Warning: divorce, discussion of a bunch of spencer’s trauma and reader’s abduction

Word Count: 4.1k

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It was like she was on autopilot as she drove. The dread in her stomach increased exponentially with each mile. It wouldn't be long until she saw him again, and she would be forced to see him again.

When he came home after she left the FBI, it only ever filled her with joy. That feeling of seeing someone you adore is like nothing else and it used to fill her with a quantity of joy so enormous she thought her chest would explode.

On the drive, the thought of seeing him made her feel dreadful.

The love, though, was the same thing she used to see in Maddie, Bennett, and Florence any time they saw him for the first time in a while. At least they would always have that love for Spencer that she instilled in them.

Spencer was getting out of his car when he got out of hers, awkward to say the least. It was spiteful, but she loved that he looked more of a wreak than she did.

"Hey." He said when he stepped closer to her. She was thankful he said something because the elevator ride would have been really awkward otherwise.

Locking her car, she put the keys in her handbag, keeping her distance physically from Spencer. "Hey." Divorce or not, this was going to be a challenging thing to come back from.

"Were Laine, Bennie, and Wren okay?" He asked in a mumble, staring down at his shoes.

Converse, as expected, but he wasn't dressed in typical Spencer workwear. It was much more of a weekend Spencer outfit with his casual pants and polo shirt.

All she wanted to do was scream at him, but working in the FBI meant therapy wasn't new to her, and after three kids, she'd mastered deep breathing to get through the moments that tested her. So she settled on a simple answer. "Yeah, they're okay. Hanging out with Rossi and Krystall."

He chuckled a little. "Sometimes, I think they like them more than us."

Us.

That wasn't a word she'd heard from his lips in a while, and maybe she still loved him because it made the dark pit in her chest a little lighter.

Y/n didn't really know what else to say. She was getting such serious whiplash from his attitude. "Probably." She agreed, ironic since they had been very rarely agreeing on things lately. "I mean, they do get spoilt."

Spencer let her step out of the elevator before him, and she was reminded of all those little things that made Spencer, Spencer.

Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long until their names- Doctor and Mrs. Reid- were called by Doctor Evans. The room was what Y/n expected, a cold space feigning a comforting environment. The couch just added to her discomfort about being there and the basic art wasn't going to be helpful to stare at when she finally reached breaking point and could no longer look at Spencer.

"Okay, so I think it would be good for me to hear the journey of your relationship from you two." She started the session. "And I'll remind you both that I'm an FBI therapist, so there aren't any details that you legally need to omit."

Y/n glanced over at Spencer while she was wondering how bad his job and her previous job had to be on romantic relationships if they had to have sanctioned therapists.

He nodded to her to tell it. "Well, I joined the BAU after agent Jareau was reassigned to the Pentagon." She started, telling the story from the beginning, things that were in her file no doubt. "We became friends from there, and then there was a complicated mess when Emily Prentiss had to fake her death and eventually came back. That was when our relationship started, over the shared grief and then the betrayal of trust when we learned agent Hotchner, our unit chief at the time, and agent Jareau had orchestrated the mission."

It was clinical, really, her explanation of the start of their relationship, but it needed to be clinical for her to get the story out without tears.

"Can I interrupt?" Spencer asked and she nodded, a puzzled expression on her face with her eyebrows furrowed together. "I had lots of bad headaches before Emily 'died,' and Y/n was the only person who knew and tried to help me through it."

"And did you find out the cause of that?" The therapist asked.

Quietly, Spencer shook his head. "There wasn't anything wrong with me."

"But it wasn't schizophrenia." Y/n reminded him comfortingly, not going as far as to reach out and touch his hand.

"A concern of yours, Spencer?" Doctor Evans questioned, although there was a family medical history section in his thick FBI file.

He nodded, clearing his throat and shuffling on the couch. He didn't therapy well, even though he was forced to go sit in a boring room and talk about his life after prison. Most of the time there he wasn't telling the truth.

"My mom is, so it's always in the back of my mind." She wanted to hug him, she hated that she wanted to hug him, and her brain was just so scattered.

She nodded, writing something down on the notepad. "The rest of the story?"

Y/n took it upon herself to tell it since Spencer looked near to tears just thinking about his mom. "We dated from there."

"Any issues?" Doctor Evans interrupted to ask.

"Normal people things, I guess," Spencer answered for both of them, confirmed by a nod from Y/n. "Like when she took over my side of the bathroom counter." Now, they had two sinks so her mess wasn't everywhere. "Or the fact I get lost reading my books and don't pay her enough attention."

A nod came from the woman sitting across the room from them. "That must be nice." She remarked.

Y/n couldn't imagine how things would have gone if they just had normal problems. They were good at working normal things like that through by talking it out.

If they were normal, things- probably- would have been perfect.

Spencer was clean, he planned things, he always showed up on time, he still used to flirt with her, he knew how to do taxes, he wasn't terrified of asking for help when he was struggling anymore, he made her laugh, he insisted on going out for ice cream every Friday night even though he shouldn't have dairy, he could talk for hours about boring things, he brought her breakfast in bed, he tried out and perfected recipes, he sang in the shower, he cut the kids sandwiches in the way they like it, he never left his shoes lined up in the entryway, he got wine drunk, he watched her get ready in the mornings while they discussed what they'd read in the paper that morning, he read books to their kids at bedtime and never forgot to do the voices, he liked it when she washed his hair, and he always looked at her like she meant everything to him.

She had never met anyone like him, in the best way possible. Before prison, with normal couple problems, they were unstoppable and undeniably in love with each other.

It was just all the FBI bullshit that had dragged them deep into a mess they couldn't get out of.

The thought of all of that made her cry, something that didn't go unnoticed no matter how quietly she did it.

"What just happened?" The therapist asked gently, handing her a tissue.

"I just think things could have been really good if we were more ordinary." She explained, dabbing at the tears under her eyes.

The fact she thought that broke Spencer's heart. The guilt was overwhelming when she said things like that. They could have been normal if it wasn't for him, and he knew that.

But he kept quiet, exercising his poker face as he watched his wife cry next to him. He even managed to stop her knee from bouncing up and down.

"Do you think things can be good even though your problems aren't things most people face?" Doctor Evans asked.

For Spencer, there was an immediate answer. And the statistics told him no. No, because, overall, their troubles got them here.

Y/n just shrugged, no doubt trying to collect herself before she spoke. "Yes. They have been for years through some difficult situations."

"Emphasis on difficult," Spencer added, biting back a smile even though it wasn't funny.

"So what happened after you started dating?" She asked, still jotting down notes.

Spencer was trying to follow the movement of her pen, to figure out what words were being written down about them. Still in love? Better apart? Hurting each other?

"Uh, we moved in together." Y/n took over again.

All the happy memories were hard to think about when they were here. Y/n could feel the material of the couch against her arms, and she wished she could sink into it and take a time machine back to when they were so happy they couldn't stop smiling.

"Then we got engaged." Spencer retold, seeing that look of dread flood his wife's face.

"Right after JJ got married," Y/n added urgently, unable to keep the analytical way she had been speaking.

He rolled his eyes dramatically, and the therapist caught all of it, the sound of the pen against paper getting louder. "JJ played a role in your relationship."

"No."

"Yes."

He bet he could guess what she wrote down that time. Clear point of tension.

"We wouldn't be here if she wasn't," Y/n remarked, looking him dead in the eyes and showing no emotion but anger.

"Sure, Y/n." He disagreed, tearing his eyes away from her.

She huffed, increasingly annoyed at him, but she was determined not to crack. It was an endurance race, and she was committed to running for longer than he could.

"We can get to that later." Doctor Evans offered, waiting until they begrudgingly nodded before continuing. "What happened after you got engaged?"

"Marriage," Spencer answered bluntly, annoyed by the obviousness that was the answer. After a pointed look from the therapist, he played ball, reluctantly continuing without a snappy tone. "At the end of the summer that Emily moved to Interpol."

There was another nod from across the room. "Not a long time." She remarked.

"I think we both knew what we wanted." Spencer defended softly, nothing hostile in his tone.

"Mhm." Y/n agreed, the faintest smile on her lips.

It wasn't a tainted memory. The few months of their engagement were a highlight, and the only stress came from Penelope, who was trying to plan their wedding over facetime calls in London.

"And there were FBI-related problems after, weren't there?" The therapist asked, clearly speaking about something specific in Y/n's file. "For you, right?"

She had to take an extra deep breath before talking about that. 8 years later, it was still difficult to articulate. "Yeah." She agreed, voice so quiet she almost couldn't hear it herself. At least thinking about that pain made her think less about the pain of being in love with Spencer. "Well, I'm sure it says most of it in there, uh, but I was kidnapped, I guess, I don't know if that's the right word... maybe held for ransom or abducted." She was struggling to speak about the event, focusing on the verb as a way to distract herself.

The tears were already flowing out of her eyes, and she struggled to wipe them up and speak at the same time. It was like her brain was shutting down, and Spencer knew that feeling. Without thinking about it, he reached out to grab her hand and ignored the scribbling of notes. "You're okay." He reminded her gently.

Why couldn't they have these little moments when no one else was around? Her mind couldn't help but tell her it was a turning point, that there was still a little love left in Spencer Reid for her.

The contact was gone far too soon, and she struggled to not want more. "Diane Turner." Doctor Evans reminded her.

It was a name that still made her stomach churn. "I was pregnant." She confessed the detail she knew Hotch left out of the file to protect her. Spencer's eyes widened, not expecting her to go so far.

"How long were you held captive?" She asked, not reacting to the secret. They both figured she heard some pretty wild confidential information.

"Three, three and a half days," Y/n answered.

Spencer shook his head. "108 hours and 23 minutes." He corrected, remembering every sleepless, worried second. He could recall just how helpless he felt back then since it was how he was feeling now, but his brain wasn't working anymore.

"Did you go to therapy for that?"

"I had to even though I left the team," Y/n answered confused, knowing those visits would be recorded in her file. "Madelaine was born 7 months afterward, and it stopped." In hindsight, maybe she should have kept going, but with a baby, there were suddenly fewer hours in the day, and she thought she was okay. More accurately, she was okay- when Spencer was there.

Spencer felt for her, he really did, and it was visible in the way his face softened. The things Diane put her through couldn't have been easy, he knew that from Hankel, but he couldn't imagine being a dad then, much less a mom. Y/n pulled through, though, as she always did, and he would always be proud of her for that.

"Did it cause any problems between the two of you?" She wondered.

Y/n wished she didn't have to nod, and it made her consider the possibility she was looking back on their lives with rose-tinted glasses. Maybe things weren't always so perfect. "Yes. I wanted to move houses." Before she got the dreaded why question, she answered it. "Because I got abducted on the street in front of that apartment, and I didn't want to live there."

"You resolved that somehow?" She asked.

"After some negotiation," Spencer answered, glaring at his wife. "There was a lot going on, and moving is stressful." Before Doctor Evans could write something down like doesn't prioritize his wife's needs he added something softer. "I didn't want her stressed when she was pregnant, especially after everything she had been through."

There was a nod, some more scribbling - which Spencer hoped wasn't incriminating to him- before another question was asked. "Can we talk about JJ now?"

Just like that, the walls went up. He shuffled on the couch, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, and under the spotlight. Y/n did the same thing, putting some physical distance between them.

When there were no statements, another question came. "Y/n, you can start."

She was thankful for that, not sure she could hear Spencer's bullshit without exploding. "They had a thing."

"A thing?" Doctor Evans repeated, looking for more of an explanation.

"I asked her on a date, and she brought Penelope Garcia thinking it was a group get-together," Spencer answered, giving his defense before he was asked to. "It also was 15 years ago."

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking at him for the first time since he held her hand. This time, there wasn't any semblance of love between them. "Yeah, but there were feelings there. Feelings that were unresolved between you two which came to light when she told you she had always loved you."

"We were in a hostage situation," Spencer argued, trying to prove to the therapist that he was in the right. "You had to tell some lies in your hostage situation."

Just like that, he screwed all his kindness up, forcing her to remember the coldness of the gun against her temple and the way she screamed that she no longer loved Spencer and Diane could have him. It wasn't the same, and she hated him for comparing it.

"Okay." Doctor Evans stopped them, holding a hand up so they wouldn't continue. "Y/n, the age-old therapy question, how did you feel about that?"

She sobbed before she could stop it, crying frustrated, betrayed tears. "Distraught." Even the adjective didn't go far enough to describe the full-body emotional shaking it gave her. How could she not question everything after that? "JJ and I were close and I didn't expect her to turn around and say that when she's married with two kids and we're married with three." She took a moment to breathe. "What happened in the past between them isn't an issue for me. It's the fact that Spencer can't see why it would be a problem for me." She summarized, a sense of pride coming over her for stopping her tears.

"Spencer, what do you think?" He was asked, the question phased neutrally at him.

"I think she did what she had to. I don't think it was fair to any of us. I know she and Will were able to talk it out. I feel like it was tougher on him." Spencer made a few quick statements.

He was stopped by Doctor Evans. "That invalidates what Y/n is feeling." She told him sternly.

"I think we have issues bigger issues than that." Spencer boldly stated. It was a useless attempt to stop the conversation about JJ and everyone knew it.

"And do you agree?" She asked Y/n.

A nod came from next to Spencer. "Yes, but as Spencer put it, it's the final nail in the coffin."

"Is it something you think you can move past?" Doctor Evans asked. "Lots of couples struggle with infidelity-"

Y/n cut her off before she could continue. "It's not infidelity, emotional or otherwise. I know Spencer would never cheat on me."

If she thought that, maybe it changed things for Spencer. It was so out-of-left-field that he didn't have a chance to think it through. But she jumped in and defended him, and he wasn't sure where his head was because he expected her to rip into him.

"Then that's a good place to start." Doctor Evans nodded. "But you need to figure out what you need from each other to move past that situation and make your marriage work."

'That's not our biggest problem." Spencer declared. The time skipping was starting to ignore him, and he wanted their story to be told in order. "It was my arrest in Mexico, and the time I spent in prison."

Y/n had to agree with that. It was his arrest that first changed things. Before that, they were fine. "Yes, that made things difficult. The time apart is something we've experienced before, but I didn't expect his feelings towards me would change so considerably after that."

"What do you mean?" Doctor Evans asked.

The last thing she wanted was to talk more about it. There was an odd dread inside her like she knew something terrible was about to happen. It was intuition, something making her stomach churn.

"I don't think he loved me after that." She admitted, biting her lip to stop more tears from coming out. It was so true it made her want to be sick.

"Do you love her?" Did the FBI hire the bluntest therapist they could find?

The words fell out of his mouth before Spencer could help it or soften the message. He'd never been good at bedside manner. "I can't."

I can't.

The latter word being a contraction for cannot, as in, 'I am unable to love you anymore.'

Those two syllables killed her, the heartbreak so deep she felt like she couldn't breathe. Everything inside her was on edge as she looked up, letting the tears flow. It might have been stupid, but she expected a yes.

"Why not?" The therapist asked impartially. Y/n hated they could sit there discussing the last 10 years of her life like it was all facts while she cried her eyes out at the fact things were over.

"Prison," Spencer answered shortly. It wasn't all that complicated to him. Prison, and the FBI, had taken everything from him, and he let it.

It got a half nod and some more scribbling. "You still love your children, though, don't you?"

Everyone in the room knew that, and Spencer found himself nodding faster than ever. He loved them so much that he thought his heart would burst thinking about them. But he knew what she was trying to do- find a reason why things were different- and he had the answer for that as well. "They didn't know what happened." He stated. "Y/n does, and she's never going to be able to see me differently." Somehow he hadn't cried before then, he'd been keeping it bottled up but a few tears slid down his cheeks.

It was a lie. A pretty, dressed-up lie that served no purpose other than to deflect and hurt feelings. Every time Spencer would look at her, she was giving him the same look of adoration he'd seen for years. The problem wasn't her. It was never Y/n. But he found it so easy to pin all the blame on her than to sit down and pour his heart out.

She kept her mouth tightly closed, not screaming about how untrue that was. She loved him through a million bad situations, and she'd love him through a million more if he let her. The problem was, he wasn't.

Doctor Evans looked at Y/n for just a second, and she'd profiled it out of her. The look of heartbreak on Y/n's face was obvious, but Spencer wasn't looking. "I think you're trying to convince yourself of that, but it's not what she thinks."

Spencer refused to accept that. "And I think you're wrong." Unwilling to listen, he got up from the couch and walked out of the room. Right out the door like he was good at doing.

Neither of the women made an attempt to stop him, but Y/n was quick to apologize. "I'm really sorry about him. He's... I don't know what he is." Or who he is, or why he was doing what he was doing, actually, she didn't know much about him anymore.

"He's closed off, that's what he is." She answered.

"I was always in his inner circle, so I haven't experienced the challenges that come with trying to get back in." She briefly explained, already getting ready to follow him out.

Doctor Evans had a few closing words for her. "You need to decide if that's something you want."

Her heart was still breaking, feeling more and more crushed at every moment, but she knew she had to be close to him, if not for their relationship then for their children.

"Thank you, and I'm really sorry he ran out." Y/n quickly said before rushing out the door, putting her bag over her shoulder and trying to find him.

The crushing feeling in her stomach only intensified when she saw Spencer, and she was sure she looked worse now. He looked right through her, convincing her completely that he didn't love her.

She wasn't going to show him any more of the hurt she had been so open about. Now he was going to get all of the anger she had for the wasted years she had spent on him, and for the divorce- and messy lives- he was about to put their kids through.

"What the fuck was that?" She demanded, eyes narrowing at him as he stood against his car.

"That was bullshit." He answered defensively and angrier than he deserved to be at her.

They both looked a mess, tears stained on their cheeks as they aired their issues outside a therapist's office. It was so different from where they were meant to be, and it only made her more furious at both of them.

Y/n rolled her eyes, finished with the deep breaths and grown-up reactions. "You wanted to do that!" She exclaimed. "Was it just some sick fucking joke so I'd be vulnerable in front of you and you could leave again?"

He looked offended at the suggestion like he couldn't believe she thought he wanted to see her like that. "No."

"No?" She repeated in disbelief. "What are we doing then?" Spencer couldn't say it. He felt like he didn't deserve to really tell her how he wished- more than anything- they could fix things and how right Doctor Evans was. "We're both smart enough to know we should find lawyers." She decided no answer from Spencer meant everything was over. "I'll see you later."

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mywilltodie · 8 months

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Reid: You read my diary?!?

Prentiss:At first I did not know it was your diary, I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

#theyre idiots your honor #the bau are idiots #incorrect cm #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect quotes #emily prentiss #ssa spencer reid #ssa emily prentiss #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #they all need therapy

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lucreziaq2001 · 1 month

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of period-typical homophobia and conversion therapy, the possibility of moms being separated from their young children, three siblings who have just lost their dad, the fact that his wife told their children who she actually was in a long letter before he died, and they find and read it in this story, a brief mention of a baby girl who was stillborn (born dead), two women who know they are bisexual and are having an affair their husbands know about but everyone else has no idea of, two brothers who have recently lost their mom and had already lost their father years prior, a woman who has just lost both her husband and her former lover, mentions of the deaths of three elderly people, an old woman reuniting with her husband and daughter after her death and the now very old woman who lost her former lover daydreaming about the two of them reuniting in the afterlife, although she doesn't want to leave her family behind.

•This One Shot is a "Criminal minds" History AU taking place partly in 1960s and partly in 2023, then 2024.

•In this story, JJ, who is only going to be called "Jennifer", is married to Will with sons Henry and Michael and stillborn daughter Maggie, like in "Criminal minds", but Emily is married to Aaron (Hotch, obviously) and they have three children, Jack, biological son to both Emily and Aaron here, Nancy and Jane. Their daughters are obviously OCs, and so are all the children's spouses and families. Like many other women in the 1960s, JJ and Emily are housewives, while both their husbands are police officers, co-workers too.

•The age gap between Henry and Michael is also two years smaller than it was in "Criminal minds", because I liked it better this way.

•I apologise if any of the adults (Will, JJ, Aaron and Emily) will seem out of character to you. This is what I needed them to be like in this One Shot, though.

•Emily, JJ, Will and Aaron are not the same ages as they were in "Criminal minds". In 1968, both Emily and JJ are 32 years old, while Will is 35 and Aaron is 38. I gave them those ages because they made more sense for the story's timeline.

•Both JJ and Emily are not lesbians, they are bisexual with a preference for women. That's why they still had sex with their husbands and had Michael, Nancy and Jane (it was a rare thing by that time, though, while they are happy it resulted in their younger children).

•This fanfiction is inspired both by the title of a One Shot @babygirl-garcia published on here, "Historians will say they were besties" (just the title, our ideas have nothing to do with each other) and by the final part, from 2:22 to the end, of this video: https://youtu.be/qwdFojRueyQ?si=CHy7iFP3FjHkY1Nl , the ending of the "Cold case" episode "World's end". And it is also similar to a One Shot my now friend "sofi_grimes" published on Wattpad. It was my request, though, so the idea was mine and I told her about it.

•I've found this fanfiction's title thanks to a titles-themed Wattpad story, so the credits for it go to its author. I can't tag them on here, though.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @snixkers, @pagetsgirl, @gubsbuubs, @sucker-for-emily-prentiss, @oneshotnewbie, @marril96. @snixkers and @gubsbuubs also gave me some advice for the story, so I thank them for that😊.

Whispers at night

EMILY'S POV

February 2023

"Dear Jack, Nancy and Jane.

If you are reading this letter, it means I'm either dead or way too old to remember ever writing it.

I am aware that what I wrote here could make you question me as a mother too, but I want to let you know that I love and have always loved the three of you more than life itself.

As for your father, however, he always had a competitor for my affection and love.

Maybe you already know this by now, but that person was Henry, Maggie and Michael's mother, my 'friend' Jennifer.

Spring 1968

By now, my favourite time of every day from Monday to Friday is the morning, from 9:30 am to 11:40 pm, after Aaron has left for work and I have taken Jack to school, Nancy to preschool and Jane to daycare, and after having cleaned the house a little bit, I climb over the small white fence that separates my house from that of my neighbor and friend, Jennifer Jareau.

Sometimes our other neighbors, especially the older ones, still ask us why we spend so much time together without our husbands and kids, but most of them don't think we are doing anything weird or wrong, which we are very thankful for.

To them, Jennifer and I are just best friends, after all.

If only they knew what Jennifer, her husband William, Aaron and I know!

At times, I think things would be easier if we just told them, but the rational part of me knows we can't do that.

'If they were to find out about what we are doing, we would get into a lot of trouble, Em!' Jennifer often reminds me, just like she has had to do for five years by now, since our relationship began 'We would be separated from our children and sent to a mental hospital!'.

She is right, I know it, but I also didn't and still don't think we are doing anything bad.

We are living our truth and our husbands know it and accept us for who we are.

I wish we could be open about this to the rest of the world too, but I'm aware that no one has to know it, not really for us, but for our kids' sake.

Jack is 10 years old, Henry is 7, Nancy is 4 and Michael and Jane are only 1 year old.

They deserve to have their mamas in their lives and both Jennifer and I love them way too much to allow who we are to lead us to abandon them.

As hard as this situation is sometimes, as much as having to live this double life can and will hurt, for our and their wellbeing, our love will have to remain a secret.

Our now more friendly than romantic relationships with our husbands can be out in the open with no problems or consequences.

They can be made of date nights at restaurants, long conversations after our children have gone to sleep and hugs and kisses given in public too.

Mine and Jennifer's feelings for each other, instead, will have to live through secret intercourses, quick exchanged looks in public and hidden handholdings under tables.

She is the person that understands me the most and knows me better in my life as of now, and yet, our love will have to be made of whispers at night, probably as long as we live.

It will hurt and be very difficult at times, but having to live in anticipation of those little moments makes them even more special in my eyes.

Those minutes together and our kids make all the troubles we've had, have and will have to go through more than worth it".

January 2024

If there was something I wasn't expecting to happen today, it was seeing all three of my children walk into my room at the nursing home I've been living at for the past three years.

Jack, Nancy and Jane do come to see me as often as they can, usually along with their spouses or their children and either Jack's granddaughter or Nancy's grandson, but unless it's my birthday, Mother's Day, Christmas or Easter, the three of them don't come here all together.

I'm about to ask them why they are all here, but before I get to speak, I notice what Jane is holding.

It's a notebook with a red cover, and on the front, in yellow letters, the words "Whispers at night" are written.

"What's that?" I question, and Jack smiles at me and takes an envelope I know very well out of his pants' right pocket.

It contains the letter I wrote to my kids years ago about the love story between me and Jennifer.

"Have...Have you read it?" I ask shakily.

I expected and wanted them to find it, but a part of me is still worried about them finding out what is written in it.

"Yes, Mama, and that's why we wrote this" Nancy explains, smiling too, as Jane walks over to me and hands me the notebook.

Then, my children say goodbye to me and leave me alone so I can read it in peace.

It is like a short book in which my son and daughters, with Henry and Michael's permission and help, talk about mine and Jennifer's relationship.

As I read it, especially close to the end, besides being almost moved to tears by the way the kids chose to tell our story, I start thinking about Jennifer and missing her more and more with every word I take in.

She died of old age two months ago, and while many people who knew and loved her said she must have been happy to reunite with her daughter, who was stillborn in 1964, but also with Will, who passed away three years ago, I hope she is actually waiting for me wherever she is now.

I don't want to leave my loved ones behind, but a part of me can't wait to join her in a place where no one will judge us for just being ourselves and we will finally get to be hallppy together and not be separated by anyone or anything.

Thinking about that, I'm already so excited to see my Jennifer again on the Other Side and spend the rest of eternity there with her.

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cargopantsprentiss · 1 year

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Which character in Criminal Minds do you think is the most emotionally fucked up? I’m talking, doesn’t know how to deal with their emotions in a healthy way at all, black hole in them where more and more chaos is quietly brewing, desperately needs therapy fucked up.

I only included the most suitable candidates IMHO but please feel free to make a case for any of the others. (Also add in tags why you picked who you picked).

#criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #elle greenaway #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #ashley seaver #derek morgan #these are not in order #and don’t just pick your fave pls pick who you genuinely think is the most fucked up #I am trying to decide between Reid JJ and Elle lol #mostly cos we obviously know lots of ducked up stuff has happened to Reid and JJ but Elle had fucked up stuff happen #and then disappeared so we will never know what other emotional turmoil she experienced #OH FUCK I FORGOT GIDEON LOL #oh well he’s dead #polls #tv: criminal minds

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blackbird-brewster · 2 years

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I'm going to make some predictions for Criminal Minds: Evolution. It is officially two months til the premiere and here's what I think we're going to get (lots of this will be based on that sneak peek interview):

UPDATED: 26/11 (Ep 1-2) GREEN is correct prediction. RED incorrect. (Subscript is comments)

Emily: She's section chief now. She has grey hair now and there is a 50/50 chance they will write a line that's like 'LOL Wow Prentiss, the job is so hard you went grey!' but also equal odds no one says ANYTHING about it. Emily gets the band back together and she's just a v good badass. I DO NOT for a second believe they're going to make Emily canonically queer. They're probably going to double down and give her a sex scene with some generic dude. But she'll be able to say 'FUCK' and that's great. I love that for her.

JJ: I STG if they give us some wild Willifer sex scene (I had to witness that innuendo and Emily saying people were getting laid so it counts!) ....dksjlahdlksahl. *CRINGE* Henry is *14* now, that's bananas y'all. He's in HIGH SCHOOL. Michael is also in school now?!?!?! HOW???? She'll talk about it but we may not even see her fam bc it's ten episodes and they only ever get brought out of the prop closest like once every three years. She and Will went to NOLA for a while then moved back to DC. She'll talk about how nice it was to be away for a bit but ultimately 'I missed the BAU because this is my family' bc we have seen time and time again how she makes excuses to be at work vs being with Will lmao

Tara: They're going to give Tara a love interest and I honestly doubt it's not gonna be a dude. She and JJ have teamed up to go over every single case request for however long and so there will be JARA, which is delicious. But again, I won't for a single second hold my breath thinking they're going to suddenly make an MC queer just because it's streaming or whatever. Being on network TV was never the issue, so I don't feel like streaming isn't going to flip a magical gay switch in the show runners.(SO FUCKING HAPPY I WAS WRONNNNGGGGG!!!!!) I think we'll get some good Tara storylines though which will be SO SO good because she is the perfect character!

Rossi: I think it's SO obvious they're going to kill his wife. Probably via the pandemic. Because this show is so obsessed with trauma porn. He's unit chief now which is funny considering how much he hated it when he was interim UC before Emily came back. But it's pretty on brand because none of the show runners have ever understood continuity, why start now? I think they're going to use his wife's death to fuel him being like “I know I'm old but I just need something to do and something to make me feel useful and this is all I know. So I'm back!"

Luke: Obviously Luke and Garcia went on a date, that's been confirmed. Again, I dunno if we'll get to see Garvez on screen. At least, not how we want! I think maybe they dated a bit and now that they're back, there will be a moment of adjustment to seeing each other and things being slightly awkward but then they'll go back to their banter and shit. I just don't think this show is going to actually give us an inter-team romance on screen. I will be SO happy if they do, but I'm not holding my breath

Garcia: Obvs what I said about Luke. I think Garcia will be the one that's hardest to convince to come back. She left because those last few seasons were SO hard on her. Like this ray of sunshine had SO much shit happen to her and I think she would very much be hesitant to come back. Someone, (Rossi) (should be Luke but probably will be like JJ) will convince her to come back because the team really needs her. There will be an emotional scene where she talks about her PTSD from the BAU but then she'll just be like 'yeah, okay I'm back'. Because this show never actually addresses trauma (CANNOT BELIEVE THEY TALKED ABOUT GOING TO THERAPY!?!? WHAT A CONCEPT!)

Place your bets guys, gals, nonbinary pals. WHATEVER we get in two months, will be a TRASH FIRE. I don't have any doubts about that part. I do not expect the reboot to be any better than the show, which is an absolute dumpster fire....but it's our dumpster fire. So here we are!

Also, you are allowed to have other opinions. This is mostly a post for me to write my thoughts so I can check back when the show airs to see if I was right or not. This is not an invitation for discourse, my nerds.

#criminal minds #cm reboot #cm evolution #cm meta #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #david rossi #luke alvez #penelope garcia #cm head!canon

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saiilorstars · 9 months

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Ch. 24: In A Blur

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

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The days after Emily's death passed by like a blur. The BAU seemed to sort of shut down for a while. They worked cases almost monotonously because it was their duty, but they weren't always together. Taking a few days had almost been a requirement for everyone, just not at the same time. Spencer and Morgan were the ones to take the most days out. No one batted an eye at the fact. Being short-handed wouldn't be a problem until later, but later was now.

Aitana didn't mind coming in early when Hotch asked her to. She'd taken it upon herself to work extra hard in the last week to cushion those who didn't have the energy to. Hotch, however, was the only one whose schedule hadn't changed. She admired him for that because she herself was struggling. He was the boss. He couldn't afford to do the same. He had to keep working.

"You understand that you were hired as a part-time liaison for the situation, right?" Hotch decided to start with first. It seemed so long ago now the day JJ came to him with the idea of who should take her job after she was gone. Aitana unknowingly thought of the same thing.

"Yeah," she whispered. "JJ gave me a landline. It's the first job after WP that I've been able to hold onto."

"And you've done it well. Not everyone has the skills to be a liaison. That's why it's a specific position." Hotch wanted her to understand that before he went into his next point. "You've been here a little bit more than 6 months now so you know that you're up for your probationary evaluation."

Aitana nodded. "I know."

"With Emily's passing, things have gotten a little backtracked but I need to warn you that it is happening."

"I figured," Aitana said. Strauss has already told her that the first time they met and she was not looking forward to having the evaluation if it was with her. "Is, uh, Strauss going to be—"

Hotch shook his head, a faint smile marking his face. "No, that's my job." He almost laughed when Aitana audibly exhaled. "She'll just see the paperwork."

"Okay." Aitana couldn't help the smile that made it to her face.

"As policy, the others are going to be subjected to a therapy session to see how they're handling Prentiss' death. You, however, as well as Seaver, are exempt due to your short term at the BAU."

"I sense a 'but' coming in soon…"

"Yes. I'll do the evaluation when I do the grief therapy. Give you time to process along the way."

"Thank you," Aitana said. She eyed Hotch curiously, trying to figure something out that she wouldn't exactly be hiding either.

For that matter, Hotch would move straight into the real reason she was called in earlier. "Strauss wants me to hire a new profiler, preferably an experienced one. Seaver is just about to graduate and having a probationary Agent wouldn't exactly be ideal under these circumstances. I am going to see my options but being frank, I would rather take over as a part-time Liaison with Garcia and simply change your position to a full time profiler." Aitana's eyes widened but she didn't say anything straightaway. "Strauss won't get off my back until the position for a profiler is filled and, thinking like JJ, a familiar face is always better than a new one. Especially when that familiar face does her job well. Is that something you would be interested in?"

"Umm…" So many things ran through Aitana's head that she couldn't answer quick enough. "I think...what would that...entail, exactly? I mean up until now I've done half and half…"

Hotch agreed. "Yes, but because of your liaison duties, it's kept you from the field at times."

"Right." Aitana's mind immediately went to the last big stunt they pulled which had been rescuing Emily. She had stayed behind to secure the area from civilians.

"We could afford it because there were plenty of other agents we could count on but now that…" Hotch trailed off as Aitana began to nod. The numbers had changed drastically. "Seaver will most likely move on and even if she doesn't, she still needs to gain experience before she could officially join. You had your experience before entering WIP and the following year when you got out. These months you've spent with us definitely helped you out too. If you're interested, the position would be yours...if you're interested in remaining here at all."

Aitana's eyebrows raised. "Come again?" The words blurted from her mouth. "At all? Do you think—"

"It was just a saying," Hotch clarified. "At the beginning you weren't very convinced about staying here. If that's still the case, you are more than welcomed to make a transfer request. I would write you an outstanding recommendation for whatever department you'd like."

"Oh," Aitana blinked. The idea of being free to transfer to a different department hadn't even crossed her mind. She's been so focused about getting her current job right that she hadn't even considered that maybe transferring to a different department could do her well too. It would definitely help ease her schedule.

"Would you like some time to think about it?" Hotch asked even though he already knew the answer. He understood it was a lot to take in and process. He had no qualms when Aitana admitted that she did need a few days. "You can talk it out with the others, if you'd like. Look around other departments if that's where you're thinking."

"Thank you," Aitana said, rising up from her chair to leave. She would really need a few days to think about the options she was presented with.

~ 0 ~

In order to get a feel of just what she could do with her career, Aitana made herself scarce in the BAU for a couple days. Penelope straightaway noticed the lack of her partner and though she wanted to ask about it—because she knew it wasn't personal days taken to mourn—she managed to keep her mouth shut. She went on presenting cases on her own. Slowly, the team started coming together again to try and be how they used to be, if that was even possible.

On the day that Aitana would need to return due to what seemed like a big case, she would be at home going over potential vacant positions. Her best friend, Elia, was with her trying to help organize the positions for Aitana's sake.

"You're kind of a slob," she crinkled her nose as she placed a new pile of papers on the floor.

Aitana was on the floor, cross-legged, as she read over one position. "I'm not a slob just because I refuse to move my puzzle," she said ever so calmly.

Elia sent a glare at the half finished puzzle on the coffee table. She'd made the mistake of pushing one corner of the puzzle to place some papers earlier. Aitana nearly chewed her head off with 'That's my puzzle! I'm going to finish it!'. "How Angel lives with you, I don't understand."

Aitana lowered the paper from her face to shoot Elia a smirk. "Just stay away from my puzzle and you won't get yelled at anymore."

"Right," Elia playfully rolled her eyes. As irritated as she portrayed herself, a huge part of her was so glad to see her best friend acting more like her old self. Working for the BAU really seemed to do the trick, and for that matter she was a little on the fence about Aitana changing departments. "Are you...are you sure you want to leave the BAU?"

Aitana didn't look up to see Elia's worried face but her tone was enough to know about it. "I'm not sure, El. That's why I'm looking. When all this started, I didn't have options. I was getting on people's nerves quitting and then taking up a new position. Nobody trusted that I could hold onto a job. JJ did and now that I've been at the BAU for a while—doing press conferences—my doors are opening again."

"So...you want to leave?"

Aitana shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"It's just...I know I haven't really met your team except for Emily and Spencer, but...they sound nice. I wouldn't want you to have to start all over again with new people that you might not even get along with!"

Aitana paused before she read from a new paper. She raised an eyebrow at Elia, staring at her until she began to fidget. "Elia...something on your mind?"

Elia pursed her lips together. She wasn't planning on saying anything for fear of upsetting Aitana but if she was asking…?

"Elia?" Aitana asked again.

Elia sighed. "It's your job, it's your life, but as your best friend, I don't think you should leave." Aitana hummed but because she didn't say anything, Elia panicked. "I mean—I will completely support you whatever decision you make!"

"Calm down, Elia," Aitana laughed.

"I'm just saying—you've been doing so much better since you joined the BAU and I wouldn't want to see you regress."

"I won't," Aitana said, smiling softly at her. The fact she could believe in what she said showed her just how much better she was doing in comparison to the previous year. "The BAU is where I started getting better but my health is not dependent on it."

"Of course, of course," Elia nodded fairly fast. She didn't want Aitana to think that she thought the BAU was the only place she would be healthy.

"Elia, seriously, calm down. Whatever's on your mind, just tell me. I won't get mad."

Elia pulled in a breath before she would explain. "It's just hard to forget the people that cared so much about your possession when you guys knew each other for a few days. That to me spoke volume of their characters."

"That...that was a complicated thing…"

"I know, because of the whole snoopy reading and stuff but I'm talking about how much they cared enough to search for someone you knew and give the journal to them...me," Elia pointed at herself with a big grin on her face. "It's hard to find co-workers like that, trust me."

"I know," Aitana nodded. "But it's like I said, I'm just looking. I want to see the options."

"Have you told any of them about it?" Elia deduced the answer before Aitana even said anything.

"No," Aitana released a breath. "It's been too much of a mess for obvious reasons. And the one time we took off from mourning was for Seaver's graduation ceremony and I obviously wasn't going to say anything there." It'd been a bittersweet gathering anyways and it had been about Seaver. She wasn't going to say anything and ruin Seaver's day.

"You thinking about doing it soon?" Elia asked cautiously.

Before Aitana could say another 'I don't know', her cellphone vibrated on the table. She reached over for it to see a text from Penelope.

Big case. Urgent. Need you in.

"Is it them?" Elia curiously wondered.

"Yup," Aitana sighed as she sent a quick text back to Penelope. "I have to go."

"Of course," Elia nodded, gesturing for Aitana to go. "I'll leave this organized for you."

Aitana was already getting up from the ground. "Thanks, El." She would have to get her go-bag together again. After a while of not traveling, the bag had found its spot in the corner of her room.

~ 0 ~

Most of the team were already at the round table. Seaver was accepting a box of cupcakes when Aitana walked in.

"Woah, where'd those come from?" the brunette asked, curiously trying to take a peek over Seaver's shoulder. "And who did not spell right?" Because instead of saying 'Congratulations Graduate', it was missing the 't' and 'e'.

Penelope groaned from her seat, causing a small chuckle from Morgan and Spencer. "Don't remind me. Kevin is going to get an earful."

"Kevin?" Aitana and Seaver exchanged the same looks between themselves.

"Oh!" Penelope blinked. "Kevin, my boyfriend."

"Your what?" Aitana made a gesture of 'how the hell do I not know this?'. "Penelope, that's the type of information you share upfront! What if I actually flirted with him?"

"Not your type, Spicy Sprinkles," Morgan smirked as he grabbed a seat beside Spencer. "Trust me."

Penelope waved him off before he said anything else. "If you come by more often, I'll be happy to share more of my life with you," she said to Aitana instead, meaning each of her words in a playful tone.

"Sorry," Aitana still felt the need to apologize. Things were hard enough without her having to go missing for a few days. "I've been...looking."

"For what?" Seaver asked out of sheer curiosity. She grabbed her own seat and started passing the cupcake box towards Morgan and Spencer.

"Oh, you know, positions and whatnot," Aitana shrugged her shoulders casually but it was a failed attempt from the start. She was measuring each of their reactions.

Penelope, unsurprisingly, was dumbfounded. Seaver merely raised her eyebrows. Morgan was more puzzled and Spencer seemed to be calculating her instead.

"I'm sorry—what?" Penelope snapped out of her trance first. What seemed like disbelief and a possible irritation flashed across her face. "You're leaving!?"

Aitana's mouth opened several times but the right words were failing to come out. "I-I mean...I wouldn't...I'm not…"

"You're seriously thinking of leaving?" Spencer had joined Penelope with the same expressions. His head tilted to the side. "Now?"

"I just…" Aitana suddenly regretted ever opening her mouth. "Hotch was talking to me about my options now that...well…"

"Now that Emily is gone, you want to leave too?" The way Spencer finished that sentence was never the way Aitana would view things like. It caught her off guard, especially coming from him.

"Not like that," Aitana said quietly, her lips nearly forming a pout. Why was he spinning things like that against her?

"Then how else?" He challenged her to come up with a better answer.

The laugh was definitely not something she planned on doing but she had never been spoken to like that from him. She couldn't quite believe it, honestly, hence the laugh. "I am so confused right now..."

"Yeah, so are we," Spencer muttered. He could feel Morgan's burning gaze on him asking him what the hell he was doing. He didn't quite know.

Whatever Aitana would say next—because she didn't exactly know how to respond to that—would be interrupted by Hotch and Rossi coming in last. Aitana silently sunk into her chair beside Seaver who, due to the circumstances, could only give her a reassuring smile. Penelope would present the case but she would make her points later.

"Ok, we're going to Portland, Oregon, and it's not for a dead moon concert. So, Jay Johnson, a DJ, was cutting through an alley on his way home after leaving a club when he was bludgeoned by a pipe and then stabbed 31 times. His watch, his cell, and his computer were stolen. That was 2 days ago." Penelope brought up a picture of a woman on the screen for them. "Now, early this morning, Karen Heywood, a 30-year-old nurse, died during a home invasion. She was stabbed 40 times, but first she was bludgeoned with weapons of opportunity. Eight different ones, to be exact."

"That's too many weapons for one person," Seaver said at the top of her head.

"There was a left- and a right-handed killer according to the m. E. report," Penelope added.

"Yeah, but 8 different weapons…" Morgan reminded, "So we're looking for a group."

"And the left-handed wounds were deeper than the right."

"Maybe a woman was involved?" Aitana theorized. "Or a weak man."

"Anything taken from the house?" Spencer asked almost immediately after her as if she hadn't even asked anything in the first place. Aitana shot him a look, still incredulous he was going in this direction. He, however, didn't even afford her a glance.

Penelope hated that said missing glance was on her instead. Still, the job demanded her to answer. "According to a neighbor, just some random stuff: a computer, some jewelry, a framed picture of a Lily. And pawnable items."

"What do we have, serial-killing crooks?" Rossi looked over the hard copy in front him. "Sounds like a musical. Similar victimology... young professionals killed 3 miles apart. Is there a gang situation in Portland?"

Penelope shook her head. "Minimal."

"This seems more like desperate people in need of quick cash," Seaver thought logically and it did have some sense in it.

"But why kill them if it's just for the money?" Morgan challenged her, giving them something new to think about.

"That's what we have to find out," Hotch said, concluding the meeting. "And we've got 8 hours till nightfall. Let's go."

As everyone prepared to leave, Aitana lingered with her hard copy file. She was aware of the quick way that Spencer left the room. At least Morgan seemed to follow him to hopefully aid her a little bit.

"Did I do something wrong?" Aitana scratched her head.

"I think it's just the grief," Seaver said, trying to ease her nerves. She wasn't too fond of the mock-frown on Penelope's face. That certainly wouldn't help.

"It most certainly is the grief," Penelope 'hmphd' as she gathered her belongings. "After everything we did to find you and then these months we've worked together, you're just going to get up and leave?"

"No, of course not, I mean...I was just looking," Aitana said, feeling like a broken record the many times she'd said that already. "Hotch was asking me what I thought about becoming a full time profiler and he mentioned that he was willing to write me a recommendation if I wanted to transfer."

"But why!?" Penelope was all but stomping her way up to Aitana, her lips forming the most dramatic pout Aitana had ever seen. Not even her nephew did that.

"I'm just weighing my options, Penelope. I'm allowed to do that."

"Of course you are but wouldn't you rather stay with us instead?" Penelope turned her pout into a grin in record time.

Aitana's eyes moved towards the open door. "I don't know, maybe somebody's already wishing I was gone."

Penelope flipped her head in the bullpen's direction, eyes narrowing on Spencer already by his desk. Morgan was already trying to probably coax out an explanation from him. "Oh you leave Boy Wonder to me!"

"I would rather we not further push," Aitana admitted, now mostly out of fear for what Penelope might come up with. Behind her, Seaver snickered.

~0~

At the local precinct in Oregon, the evidence boards were already being made when the team arrived. The lead detective had passed the case's information to the conference room for them.

"That is a lot of stab wounds…" Seaver remarked with slightly widened eyes at the unfortunate pictures they had of their two victims.

Two very different spots served as the crime scenes yet the bodies both contained a similar overkill.

"The house too," Morgan directed her and Spencer to the home of their second victim which had been completely trashed. "It's a disaster."

"But according to what Garcia said, nothing of real value was taken," Spencer said as he went over the list she had compiled during their plane ride. "At first glance the responding detectives saw a television intact."

"Alright," Aitana strolled into the room with a paper in hand. "I got the names of the last people Jay and Karen supposedly talked to the night they died. I've got the club worker for Jay and a supermarket employee. Hotch and Rossi are going over Karen's house so we should just divide and conquer between us."

"Seaver and I can take the night club," Spencer was up and ready to leave with the Agent he chose.

Naturally, Aitana blinked in surprise when he came over just to pluck the paper from her hand. His eyes did a quick skim of the information then he handed it back to her, never once looking at her. "Ready?" He found Seaver and motioned her to leave with him.

The blonde agent was reluctant to go, her gaze crossing with Aitana's. "Uuh…"

Spencer wouldn't wait for her response. "I'll meet you at the car."

"Spencer?" Aitana called after him in vain. She turned to the remaining agents with a helpless look. "What the hell? Did I really piss him off that badly?"

"It's not you," Morgan said, intending on comforting her. He himself had yet to get a concrete answer out of Spencer so he was simply going by what he thought.

"You can go instead," Seaver offered but Aitana shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid that I'll mess it up even more. You go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, completely."

Seaver had no choice but to go catch up with Spencer. When she was gone, Aitana met Morgan's gaze. A sour smile crossed her face. "Are you willing to come with me?"

Morgan smiled genuinely at her. "You know it, Spicy Sprinkles."

~0~

Together, Seaver and Spencer went through the last location of Jay Johnson.

"So Mr. Johnson exits the nightclub through the back door to get to his car…" Spencer took the lead out from the backdoor of the club. He held the door open for Seaver who walked out into the alley.

"Maybe one unsub can watch from over there and the other from back there," she reasoned, eyeing the dumpsters lining both sides. It wouldn't be that hard to hide and scope. "Then when he gets here, another unsub hits him with a pipe and it's game on." Her eyes soon landed on the ground that were littered with all types of drug tools. "Look at the vials, Reid. This is a drug corridor."

Spencer would agree. It was easier to find the single spots of ground that weren't covered with drug vials. "That would explain why there's so much overkill."

"Maybe they were on something," Seaver said. "On the jet I did some research into the club. A year ago, someone O.D.'d inside. Since then, new management's clamped down on the partying."

"Which means the unsubs most likely fit into this area," Spencer nodded. The geo-profile he presented earlier was not that off then.

"Well, if you can't party inside, then you come out here," Seaver made a gesture to the alley. It would work as a party scene for drug users. "They're probably all the same age."

"Yeah, mid-20s," agreed Spencer.

"We should communicate that with the others."

Once more, Spencer would agree but he made a subtle request for Seaver to do the communications.

"Reid, you know that Aitana has every right to work where she wants, right?"

Spencer nodded. He started heading out the away for their car. "Of course. She has every right to do whatever she wants."

Seaver raised an eyebrow behind him. She followed slowly. "Then why are you giving her the stink eye?"

"What? No I'm not!" Spencer's lips rightfully formed a frown.

"Yes, you are, and it's very unlike you." Seaver felt like she had a right to say that because in the months she'd worked with him, she'd never seen him act in any kind of rude way. "If you're upset—"

"I am not upset," Spencer snapped, only acutely aware of it after doing it. He wasn't upset; he wasn't angry. It was the fact that nobody understood him that made him mad. Of course he knew that Aitana could get up and leave whenever she wanted to. As Seaver said, that was her right. Why she would want to leave was beyond him. With Emily gone, shouldn't they stay together? Help one another out? Had they...not helped her enough?

He liked to think that they, as a team, had helped Aitana slowly reconstruct her life. They didn't hold her hand but they offered a shoulder to lean on whenever she needed it. In doing so, she'd become a part of their team. Losing her was just another way to throw the team a curve. More losses, more change? His stomach churned at it.

~0~

It was uncanny how Aitana and Morgan finished their phone calls at the same time. Morgan had gotten a call from Hotch with a theory that they may be looking for just one unsub instead of a group like they initially thought. Aitana finished conversing with Seaver about the potential age of their Unsub(s).

"So we might be looking for one Unsub who could be in his 20s," Aitana related the phone call now that they they nearing they grocery store.

"Was that it?" Morgan asked, hoping there was perhaps a few more details she may be forgetting.

Aitana had to unfortunately squash that hope. "Yup. The Unsub is most likely in their 20s, possibly a drug user. That's what Seaver said."

Morgan didn't miss the emphasis and the subtle message behind it. He side-glanced the brunette who was walking with a grim face. "Hey now, don't worry too much. It'll pass."

"Yeah, but what did I do?" Aitana couldn't comprehend why looking into options was so...terrible?

"You look just as bothered," Morgan noted.

Aitana's lips were almost scowling, her freckles stretching as her cheeks puffed. "I am!" She admitted. "It's actually bugging me a lot!" It was almost startling, really, how irked she was about it. "I didn't say I was leaving. I was just looking to see what's out there. Why is that so bad?"

"It's not," Morgan confirmed. "And it's not that Reid thinks it is-"

"Then why is he so goddamn mad?"

"Well," Morgan shrugged. "At first glance, he doesn't like change and there's been some heavy changes lately." Aitana stayed silent at that. She did, however, stop walking. "JJ was forced to leave at the beginning of the year and now…" Silence cut through. It was still hard to say it out loud. Emily was gone.

Aitana exhaled a breath. It was hard to hold onto her frustration. "Dammit. That actually makes sense—but I don't have to like it!" She pointed a warning finger at Morgan. "And I don't have to stand for it!"

Morgan bobbed his head. "Yeah, but maybe you could talk?'

"Why should I? He's not exactly talking to me right now."

"Alright, maybe you should just let him cool down and maybe do the same for yourself." Morgan patted her shoulder and continued walking to the grocery store. He heard Aitana grumble under her breath but he decided not to comment. If Spencer wasn't talking to her then the least he could do as a friend was to let her vent.

They eventually found the employee from Aitana's list and pulled him aside to converse about Karen's final hours.

"You're sure you didn't see a group here that night?" Morgan asked the young man.

The man shook his head, looking pretty sure of himself too. "No. Just that woman and a few other people, but no groups. Look, if our cameras worked, you could see for yourself."

Aitana spared a glance at the cameras on the ceiling. They were up there as decoration. "Well, is it possible there was a group out in the parking lot?"

Once more the employee shook his head. "It's a ghost town. Nothing happens here that late."

So far, things were turning out to be like Hotch had suspected.

"All right, tell me where you saw Karen first," Morgan prompted the man to show them.

The man pointed to a few cash registers down from them. "She was buying cookies, and then she went to the register."

"Any other customers there?"

"There was one at the other checkout." The man watched as both agents' face scrunched with no doubt the same confusion.

"Why would you have 2 registers open that time of night?" Aitana was the one who eventually inquired. It seemed like a waste and every business always sought to minimize costs with their employees.

"There was this weird guy, mumbling to himself and swatting the air like someone was bugging him," the man explained, even now looking perturbed by the customer he described.

"What did this guy look like?"

"Regular white dude. Greasy. He was buying salt, bag of chips, water."

That could be who they were looking for.

"Did this guy and Karen interact?" asked Morgan.

"He said something to her, but she blew him off."

"Just put her head down and said something dismissive back?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Yeah. We tend to do that when strange people talk to us. Unfortunately, it can backfire."

"Especially for women," Aitana remarked, already half guessing how things could have gone down.

Shortly after leaving the grocery, Morgan called Hotch back to let him know what they learned. "Yeah, Hotch. You were right. He was by himself, but he was acting strange, like he was being followed."

"Reid and Seaver said that the first victim was killed in an area of high drug use…" Rossi said from the background, "If he's hallucinating, it could be pcp. That would explain why he stole random things from Karen's place. He was out of it."

"And the erratic patterns in the stabbing," Hotch added, "The adrenaline rush from the drugs is probably behind the overkill. Get in touch with Garcia about the missing items."

"On it," Aitiana assured. Morgan led her back to the SUV and took the driver's seat while she called Garcia for the update.

"Okay!" the blonde chirped over the speakerphone. "Ok, I checked all the local pawn shops to see if any of those stolen items had shown up there. I'm coming up empty."

Aitana tilted her head, pondering for a moment. "Maybe he's trading the goods for drugs. Wouldn't be the first time."

"What do you mean, 'he'?" Penelope replied, puzzled. "We're talking about a group, right?"

"No, we think it's a solo addict who's hallucinating that he's not alone," Morgan explained.

"Wow. That is a game-changer!" Penelope said, her finger wiggling as she pulled up new searches.

"Okay, call us back if you find something," Aitana instructed and was about to hang up when Penelope called a sharp 'wait!'. Aitana blinked at the phone and once with Morgan.

"Can...can you take me off speaker for a second?"

Morgan smiled out of bemusement. She had a way of asking for things.

"Sure." Aitana couldn't help the amusement either. She brought her phone to hear and promised that the call was just between them now. "What's up?"

"I just...wanted to apologize for before," Penelope started off slowly. Aitana was almost sure that she was pouting. "I may have come off as nosey and...maybe a little selfish…"

Aitana chuckle relieved Penelope more than the former would've thought. "Pen, I'm not mad. I promise."

"I just didn't want you to leave but if that's what you want then of course I will support you 100%! I will make the visits, the phone calls-you and I are friends for life!"

Aitana couldn't help the second laugh. "I got the memo."

"We could make movie nights!" Penelope went on, her mind already scheduling out what days they could set it up. "What's your favorite movie!? I feel like you're a Disney gal!"

"Umm...yeah, I guess I am. I like Lilo and Stitch…"

Morgan snorted. "What?" Where, oh where, had this conversation gone?

Aitana rolled her eyes at him and pointed up ahead. "Eyes on the wheel, nosey."

"Oh!" Morgan exclaimed, feigning his offence.

Penelope snickered from the other end of the line. "He is, isn't he? But I love either way!"

Aitana mused over that relationship. If she left the BAU, she was sure that she would never find anyone like those two.

~ 0 ~

After another unfortunate victim crossed their paths, the team had grasped a pretty good idea of what kind of Unsub they were dealing with. which led to their presentation of the profile for the precinct.

As usual, Hotch began the profile for the group. "We believe our unsub is a white male paranoid schizophrenic who suffers from hallucinations. Since schizophrenic breaks usually occur in your early 20s, we believe he's around this age and that he lives nearby."

"We think this unsub is hypervigilant, and in this condition, he's unable to travel very far from his home. He kills at night and is extremely violent," Morgan took over, though a lot of the time his gaze wasn't on the attentive detectives but instead on Spencer. The young doctor sat pensively on the table behind them, eyes staring hard at the floor.

"During the day, he's most likely a loner," went Rossi, "Someone in this state probably can't keep a job. We believe something happened to our unsub in his childhood. "Childhood voices are telling him to kill, or he's misinterpreting them as doing so."

"Our unsub has probably been coping until now, but a recent stressor brought him back to that childhood incident and is causing him to act out," Seaver added, "Our unsub spends his days wandering, trying to fight the desire to kill, yet he feels trapped by his hallucinations. No matter what he does or tries to do, the hallucination's power is greater than his own."

"Because of his limited social circle as a child, it is our belief that the incident involved close friends or family," Aitana said, "Now, once we figure out what happened when he was a kid and the stressor that recently triggered a relapse, we'll be that much closer to narrowing down the killer's identity." She ended purposely so that Spencer could introduce the zones that he thought the unsub would most likely be. Instead, silence fell. She turned her head towards the man, surprised—and perhaps a little worried—that he had spaced out on them in the middle of the profile. "Um, Reid?"

At the call of his name, Spencer startled. He looked up to see everybody staring at him, waiting for his input. "Umm…" He looked around him for the map he'd been working on and pulled it off the table. He turned it around for the detectives to see. "We need you all to start searching in this area." He made a weak gesture towards the deep red circles he'd draw over the zones. "Based on previous kills, we know that he strikes at night and will not retreat until we find him."

Nobody would comment on his languid presentation, at least not at that moment.

Aitana had actually paced back and forth a good fifteen minutes before working up the courage to talk to him again. She couldn't help wonder if his behavior was because of her. She never wanted to affect his work, even more when she knew just how good he was at it. She ventured out to find him and was lucky to catch just as he was about to go into the men's restroom.

"Spencer! Could we talk for a moment?" She was hopeful that he might be more open to a conversation.

"I'm not really in the mood..." He started and unknowingly squashed her hope with those six words already.

"Please!" She clapped a hand against the restroom door, effectively keeping it shut. "The way you were earlier with the profile—" She startled when he scoffed sharply at her.

"The profile," he muttered.

She blinked at him several times. "Um, are you upset with the profile?" Had their disagreements come to affect even that? "Because, really, the profile was a team effort. I didn't come up with it."

"I know," he said, settling a look on her. "It's a bit misleading, don't you think?"

"Well...I don't...I don't really think so…" Aitana admitted, her eyes slightly wide. It wasn't like him to say anything like that about their profiles. "I thought it was pretty spot on."

"That profile kind of makes it sound like schizophrenia leads to serial killing!"

"What? That's not—we would never imply that! Why would you even think that?" She frowned. "Just because you're mad at me—"

"This has nothing to do with you, Serrano!" he snapped. It startled Aitana again. He never called her by her last name. He turned for the restroom but sighed when her hand remained against it. "Could you move, please?"

Not wanting to further provoke him, Aitana pulled her hand off the door. He went inside without so much of a glance her way. She didn't know how long she stayed outside, or if she had even stayed long enough, but she stiffened when she saw Morgan coming her way.

"Don't take it personally, sprinkles," he said, letting her know that he had everything.

"It's a little hard not to," she swallowed hard. God, why was this affecting her so much? She had pissed off so many people before ever meeting the BAU, for God's sake! She snapped out of her thoughts when Morgan placed a hand over her shoulder. She looked up to see him offering her one of his best, possibly charming, smiles.

"This case just got a little more personal for Reid, but it's nothing to do with your issues. Once he comes off it, he'll come back to talk to you."

"Will he want to?" A humorless laugh slipped out of her. "Because it seems like every time I open my mouth, I make it worse."

"Hey now," he playfully bopped her chin, "I'm not quite sure I like this pouty Aitana."

"I am not pouty," she said with all the maturity in the world. "I just don't like it when my friend is mad at me."

"Mm, 'friend'," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Not like that, Morgan. I just really don't like it, alright?"

"How's about I go and talk to him, huh?"

"I'm honestly afraid…"

Morgan deadpanned her for a second, raising a finger to warn her to watch her words. Still, in the end he flashed her a smile and went into the restroom. It was no surprise to find Spencer throwing water at his face at the sinks.

"Okay, Pretty Boy, what are you doing out there?" Morgan jerked a thumb over his shoulder as if Aitana would still be on the other side of the door.

"What?" Spencer's response was slightly muffled by the paper towels he was dragging over his face.

"Don't 'what' me—you're doing a very good job messing with Serrano over there."

For once, the glare Spencer sent Morgan wasn't one the latter would want to be under. "I am not doing anything," he muttered and threw the paper towels at the trash. He didn't care that half of them hadn't made it to the trash.

"Okay, it's the profile too, I know," Morgan said, letting his head hang low to catch Spencer's gaze. "But she doesn't, right?"

"No," Spencer agreed, "She doesn't know my mom has schizophrenia."

"Okay, so you know it's not very fair to take out your frustration over this on her, right?"

"Of course," Spencer mumbled. "But this profile we gave, it—there are many different types of schizophrenia."

"I know that," Morgan nodded.

"Catatonic, disorganized...just because someone suffers from inability to organize their thoughts or they can't bathe or dress themselves, it doesn't mean they'd stab someone in the chest 30 times postmortem."

"Of course," Morgan agreed. "And I'm sure that Aitana agrees with that too."

"Our unsub's hallucinations aren't fractured like a typical schizophrenic. They're vivid and clear, leading me to believe that we're missing an important variable. Rather than making crazy conjectures, I think we should be trying to figure out what it is."

"Ok, listen to me." Morgan stopped Spencer from trying to leave, at least for another minute. "I know this is a scary age for you. It's when schizophrenic breaks happen. Have you talked to anybody about this?"

"Not really." Spencer squared his shoulders as if trying to shake off the turmoil he was feeling inside. He was more than halfway through his 20s, if any symptoms would appear the time would be now. It was needless to say that he'd paid extra attention to himself over the past years and he was unsure whether or not to be afraid that nothing of the sort had happened yet. He was anxious each day, wondering if this day would be the day the symptoms started.

"Have you considered talking to a doctor?" Morgan tried.

"I have visited a few just to make sure," Spencer admitted. Nothing had turned him towards the doctors except for his precautions. "They all say I'm fine. Perfectly healthy."

"Then why don't you believe them?"

"Because predicting one's chances of developing a genetic condition are like finding a penny in an ocean. It's next to impossible. I have to take it day by day and hearing profiles like that does not help. Knowing what could wait for me, it's...it's…" Spencer had no way of finishing that sentence, nor the desire to. His hands tangled together.

"Kid, keep calm," Morgan instructed, "As far as you know, you are healthy. The only things you have going on right now is grief for Prentiss and a disdain for change. Serrano does not deserve that last one."

"I know," Spencer said, inwardly sighing. He despised change and Emily leaving them was a huge change for the team.

"Then why don't you go and explain yourself to her, hm?"

"Because she might just get angrier knowing my reasons." They weren't exactly the best reasons, much less reasonable since he was basically blaming her.

"Something tells me that she won't," Morgan winked. "Work the old rapport you had with her three years ago."

Spencer tilted his head at him, expression falling flat. "Not funny," he pointed, truly hating the teasing laughter that came out of Morgan.

"It was funny then and it's funny now. Go get her, Pretty Boy," Morgan winked again, prompting Spencer to leave in a hurry. He was not interested in another.

~ 0 ~

After a bit more digging, the team came to realize that perhaps the unsub was trying to take care of himself by performing a sort of exorcism. It wasn't much to go on by but it was enough to acquire more possible witnesses.

"He came here in duress about...2 hours ago," the priest was able to answer Morgan and Spencer almost on the spot. They hadn't even had to describe the man for the priest to know who they were looking for. "He said voices were blaming him for a fire, and he needed me to get rid of them."

"You're right. He thinks he's haunted," Morgan mumbled to Spencer.

"Did he ask you for an exorcism?" Spencer asked the priest.

"Yes. He claimed his mother had taken him to get one when he was young."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I couldn't do it. Throughout history, people have confused possession with mental illness. Some still do. Nowadays, most churches turn people like him over to medical professionals."

"I'm assuming he didn't take your rejection well," Morgan said.

"He was very angry."

"But he didn't attack you? He didn't threaten you in any way?"

The priest shook his head. He didn't even appear harmed either.

"He's probably gotten help from the church before," Spencer deduced. The unsub was a violent one and he'd proved it. "Was there anything else about his behavior that you found odd? Like something he maybe said or did?"

"No. I told you everything. Oh…" the priest made a pause, "Um, there is one thing. He had a stutter."

That was certainly new.

"Psychogenetic stuttering begins in the area of the brain that controls thoughts and reasoning," Spencer was saying in a fit of thoughts once he and Morgan left the church. "It's most commonly associated with mental illness."

"We checked with the supermarket guy and the lady at the building, but neither one of them heard stuttering," Morgan said after checking the text he'd gotten back from Aitana to confirm their original suspicions.

"Which means it's either caused by the schizophrenia medication or maybe it's situational," Spencer said.

"Well, the presence of it along with the fire information should help Garcia narrow down her list." Morgan had faith that Penelope would come through for them.

There would just be one more murder before she could do it.

Aitana was the one who called it in. The precinct had alerted her early in the morning the day I got a new victim. There is no doubt that it was from the same unsub due to the overkill on the corpse.

"I already took a look," she told Morgan and Spencer as she led them into the house. "It's bad. Detective Colbern's talking to other neighbors to see if they heard anything."

Because once the pair of agents were led in the room and they were able to see the corpse, they would think that other people had to have heard this woman screaming for her life. She was on the ground with so many stab wounds all over her. A pool of blood was right beside her, staining the carpet.

"I'll go see if Colbern needs me outside and leave you two to make your own assumptions," she said to the pair, though her eyes lingered more on Spencer when she spoke.

"What?" Morgan sent her an odd look. "No, we need you here."

She smiled so strained that both men had to wonder if it physically hurt her. "Believe me, I get it. Personal space," she said, eyes directly on Spencer, "I got it." Her smile dropped and she turned to leave.

Spencer absolutely hated the way Morgan looked at him as Aitana walked out of the room. "You know you had that one coming-"

"Yeah, I know," Spencer cut him off sharply, preferring not to look at him for the moment. He'd already messed things up terribly with Aitana, he did NOT not need the commentary too. He would rather focus on this case first and then see how he could redeem himself to Aitana later.

He moved around the corpse, eyeing the different stab wounds. "This victim's a lot older than his other ones, Morgan. She must represent something to him."

"Maybe his mother who had him exorcised," Morgan theorized. "Now that he can't get one, he's taking his anger out on a surrogate."

"Aitana said the EMTs didn't do anything so why's there a body imprint next to her?" Spencer gestured to the print beside the corpse. The more he studied it, the less it appeared to belong to an EMT. They would lie down.

Morgan came to the same conclusion and nearly shuddered. "Why would the unsub lie down next to a person he's just killed?"

"He slept here," Spencer reached the conclusion first. "Look at the number of stab wounds."

Morgan had. "There's gotta be over 50 of them."

"71," Spencer corrected. "Do you know how physically exhausting it would be to stab someone 71 times? It's hard enough to stab someone 10 times, but 71…" He did the hand movements against his thigh, thinking about each stab and the energy the Unsub would have to use.

"He'd be completely worn out," Morgan trailed over the stab wounds. "He's accelerated wound counts, which means he does it intentionally."

"Wait, that's it," Spencer blinked, "If you add the increased number of stab wounds and the fact that he slept here to the vivid hallucinations and the unexplainable onset of stuttering, you get the missing variable. This guy's an insomniac. Just as adrenaline makes a person love the feeling of killing, once it leaves the body it makes them tired."

Morgan had a hard time wrapping his head around it but not out of disbelief. He'd seen much odder things. "He does this all to sleep…"

"The insomnia is what makes the hallucinations so clear, and sleep is the only release that he has from them." That was what they'd been missing all along. Spencer dashed out of the room first, prompting Morgan to quickly follow.

They grabbed Aitana on the way, rather harshly that the brunette was left stumbling a few steps. "I'm not as tall!" she complained in their run. On the back to the precinct is where she would learn why they'd rushed back.

~0~

Garcia was quick to find their potential Unsub now that they had refined their search.

"Ben Foster has a prescription for thorazine and ambien…" she started saying and unknowingly helping to connect the last of their pieces.

"It's likely he uses the money from the stolen items to buy the pills he needs," Seaver said.

"What's his background, baby girl?" Morgan bad to ask if only to truly confirm this was their guy.

"He moved to Portland 3 years ago. A month ago he was in an apartment fire, after which he got a sleeping pill medication because his insomnia began again. Oh, my…" Penelope paused, only the sharp intake of her breath leaving a noise, "When he was 10, he was questioned during an investigation about a fire that killed 3 people."

"It could be part of the homicidal triad," Morgan remarked, waiting for the others to agree with him. They did.

"I'm looking at the police report right now. It turns out 2 months before, his mom had a local minister perform an exorcism on him, and the 3 people who were killed in the fire helped perform that exorcism."

"Was Ben charged?" asked Hotch.

"No. He was acquitted in juvie court."

"Do you have an address?" Rossi said.

"2627 Halden way!"

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch hung up the call then turned to the team. "Alright, let's start planning."

The others agreed and while they started, Aitana rushed around the precinct gathering the detectives. Once they were all together, they settled on the best extraction plan.

They headed off for the house of Ben Foster, hoping to surprise him. The easiest way to capture him and avoid any incidents was using surprise as an element.

Hotch was at the head of the group, leading both Seaver and Morgan towards the front of the house. Rossi and Spencer would take the other group around the back while Aitana and Detective Colbern spread the remaining detectives around the block.

Of course their element of surprise wouldn't last long. Hotch burst through the front door, his group flooded the living room.

"He's going out back!" Morgan exclaimed over the comms., prompting Rossi and his side to take over.

They headed for the back only to catch a glimpse of Ben making a dash for it through the back gate.

"He's going through the back street!" Rossi yelped through the comms.

"We're on it!" Aitana exclaimed, making a sign for the others to go around. One way or another they would trap the guy.

Hotch and Morgan separated to take each end of the street while Aitana crossed through the middle. Being smaller allowed her to slip in-between two gates of buildings.

"I see him!" She exclaimed, pushing herself to go quicker. She glanced back to see Seaver sprinting to a stop at the entrance between the gates. "No, go around the other way!" Seaver reluctantly nodded and turned back.

"I'm after him!" They heard Spencer say. He was currently chasing after Ben with a couple other detectives.

Aitana soon made it to the other side and saw Ben coming in her direction. She saw Spencer and the other detectives at a distance behind him. Though she came out in a stumble, she raised her gun on the man. "FBI! Stop!"

Ben did no such thing. All Aitana saw was the wave of his knife coming at her. She fired once but with his arms flailing, she missed. Instead, he came up with an attempt to punch her. She had to duck and in doing so, turned slightly on her side. Coming up, Ben took the opportunity to jab his knife on her exposed lower side. She yelped, eyes widening on Ben who couldn't seem more frazzled. Just as easily he had plunged the knife into her, he yanked it out of her.

"Wait—" She tried reaching for him but he took off, pushing her in the process. She stumbled and eventually fell to the ground. Her breath was ragged and shaky as she tried to see her wound.

"Aitana!" Spencer skidded to a scrambling stop beside her, falling to his knees. "Y-you're hurt—"

"I'm good! Go!" She waved a hand at him, though because it was the hand on her injured side, she groaned out of pain.

Spencer motioned for the other detectives to catch up with Ben. "I need backup; there's an agent down! Aitana, here…" He tried raising her body only slightly but stopped when she let out a yelp.

"No! No! Just go!"

"I am not going anywhere! You're hurt!"

"It's a scratch—ow!" Aitana lurched forwards with a particular strong jab.

"You need to apply pressure!" Spencer moved her hands over the wound, pressing enough to stop some of the blood flow. He could see her blood beginning to stain his hands. He panicked. The blood seemed to be coming out faster? He couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or if it was really happening. All he knew was that this was the way that Morgan had found Emily in that warehouse and no matter how much he tried, Emily had still died. He didn't get to say goodbye to her and now if something happened to Aitana-an idea that was already scaring him to the bone-the last things that happened between them were arguments. More change and more pain.

"I can do it, just leave me!" Aitana was in no position to push his hands off her but she still tried. "Go catch the guy!"

Spencer refused and kept his hands right over her wound. He could feel her hands weakly wrapping around his wrists emptying to get his hands off her. "I'm not leaving—"

"GO!"

"YOU'RE NOT DYING TOO!"

Aitana stared at Spencer with widened eyes. Her hands let his wrists go completely. He was too frantic with himself and he only just now realized it. He couldn't help it. This had to end differently than it had with Emily. He couldn't let her leave this way too.

"I-I'm not dying," Aitana said slowly, swallowing down a groan to make her case. "I'm...it's just a scratch." She should've known that this would go deeper for him. Maybe that's why this whole thing started in the first place and she missed it! What kind of profiler was she—no, what kind of friend was she if she couldn't see it?

"It's not just a scratch!" snapped Spencer. "It's a stab wound! You're not…" He couldn't even finish the words. This was a similar way to what led Emily to her death and he was not going to let Aitana go down the same road.

"I'm not, I promise!" Aitana exclaimed. "It doesn't even hurt that much, go! Go get Ben!"

"Aitana! Spencer!" They heard Seaver who was running towards them.

"Go get Ben!" Aitana ushered Spencer to get up. He shook his head stubbornly. "I said GO!" she yelled, immediately regretting it. Spencer hesitated even when Seaver came to their side. Aitana gave him an encouraging nod. "I'm good, it doesn't hurt."

"We got her, Reid," Seaver promised him.

He was absolutely against the idea of leaving but given the situation, he forced himself to do it. "Just...just take care of her," he told Seaver. "I'm—I'll be back, Aitana."

"Mhm, I'm good," she said with an obvious strain to her tone. She waited for him to finally take off and when he did, she grabbed Seaver's arm, pulling the woman towards her. "I lied—this hurts like a bitch!"

Seaver would have laughed if the situation hadn't been this bad. She only nodded and promised her they would get her some help.

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