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[Hawthorn: Chapter One]

Cedar

Summary: Cedar has always meant strength. Resilience. The ability to stand on your own for forever.

Word count: 2.1k

Relationship: Vampire! Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Warnings: vampires, slight wet dream mention, abusive/neglectful parent, and “mild” vampire kink. NSFW SERIES 18+ ONLY

A/N: First chapter of a much-needed series. I, Kiram, the vampire Spencer king, present Hawthorn.

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To say I was excited for the first day of the class would be an understatement. I was practically vibrating in my seat, eyes plastered to the board. Dracula: Intro to Slavic Folklore and Vampires was written in what one might call ‘Chicken Scratch’. It’s a course at UVA, and while it’s been taught by one professor since its start, this year, it’s to be taught by Doctor Spencer Reid.

I had vaguely heard of the name, upon further research I learned that he was an Ex FBI agent with the Behavior Analysis Unit, a genius, and he was hot. Though, from what was written about him, he didn't seem to be the kind of person qualified for teaching about Slavic folklore, an even deeper dive led me to believe that his eidetic memory and IQ alone qualified him for anything.

Plus, vampires just so happen to be my favorite thing ever. So, a pretty face talking about them wouldn't be too bad.

When he walked in, tawny curls floating around his head, shoulders pulled with confidence, and stubble coating his strong, set jaw, I realized that no matter how good of a Professor he was, I would always be unprepared.

See, I had thought that he was attractive at first, yes, but seeing him in person made me realize that the photo truly had no grasp on him. The photo from an article made him seem like … a pretty boy. What I had seen in front of me was a man, with the mirrored nose and eyes and lips of the picture, but set more purposefully. Like Doctor Reid was trying to show everyone how he could be seen; how he wanted to be seen.

What I was truly unprepared for, however, was how his eyes pierced me like a hunter bowing down a deer. My excitement grew as my knees shook instead of my body. For, at that moment, I could swear that the Professor's eyes showed red.

The rest of the hour and a half escaped me, I remember a blur of syllabuses being passed out, Professor Reid’s voice mentioning how the course would be divided into two units “The Lore” and “The Truth”, and also how this wasn’t just a Literature and Folklore class, but a Vampire class.

Before I knew it, I was back in my dorm and looking up everything I could on modern vampires and how they could relate to my Professor. There was something captivating about him - it had to be the subject he was teaching.

After all, I do love vampires. To what my grandmother said was an unhealthy extent. My father raised me as his father had raised him, a Vampire hunter, and had even warned me of them my entire life. Going as far as to train me every day of my life to kill vampires. Instead of fearing the blood-lusting creatures, I went the opposite way.

I fell into the Twilight and the Vampire Diaries frenzy, and my wet dreams very often consisted of teeth grazing my skin and red eyes. Though, this was hidden deep within me. Had my father ever learned of my turn from my training to hate everything no longer living as a human, he would destroy it. And me.

The next few days passed as quickly as the hour and a half and before I knew it, I was back in the classroom. A few minutes passed and I settled in as Professor Reid started his lecture.

“Now, who here has ever consumed any kind of media that had vampires? Or, at the very least, creatures like vampires?”

People around the room tentatively raised their hands, mine shot up as well. I wasn’t ashamed at all in my love - obsession - with vampires. The professor nodded. “Some of you are lying about having not. That's okay! If you’re in this room, you have consumed some kind of media or the other that sparked your interest.”

Oh, no. Oh God, no. Not only was Doctor Reid an attractive professor, but he was also a good one who had captivated me beyond what I deemed capable. When he said the word sparked, his hands pushed away from each other in a little motion as if to simulate an explosion. That little motion enamored me to no end. My brain tickled, as though it was searching for something missing.

“The vampires we will learn about will be associated with slavic lore. Many of these will then tie into how we currently view vampires as a collective culture, specifically within media,” Professor Reid leaned back on his desk with a confident smirk.

“It’s interesting, really, that we typically associate vampires with bats. The reason for that is actually more convoluted than one might think. You see, in Slavic folklore, vampires allegedly possessed the ability to transform into butterflies. Which, if you ignore most anatomical and biological classifications, butterflies and bats are sort of similar, no? One is certainly more ominous than the other, but who is to say which creature would be more appealing to the undead.”

My eyes fluttered as I scrawled down the words that flowed so elegantly from my professors’ lips. Every single word felt chosen with purpose and stride. There was confidence in his knowledge as he went through the first bits of pieces of information most of the people in the room with me would ever learn about the lore of vampires. Biting to change, dual souls (“hearts”), and so much more of the best things. True, a lot of my knowledge was from the militarian-like vampire hunter training my father instilled in me, but the rest was from my own late-night research on secure browsers - hidden from where my dad could find it.

Soon, just like the first: it was over in a flash. The lecture hall was practically empty before I had realized, scrawling down the last of Professor Reid’s notes and then, without my better judgment, decided to walk up to the Professor. He was skillfully and fleetingly moving his things to a brown leather side-satchel type bag. I was planning on waiting patiently for him to notice me, however, he turned around to face me as soon as I made my last step towards him.

There was this look on his face of curiosity, almost a hint of familiarity, and something that I truly could not place. Though the feeling must have been something I had seen before, as it almost made me bristle like a frightened tabby. It wasn't that I was frightened, but rather more so that I was startled. Every cell of my body scrambled for me to run but the small ache that spread from my legs begged me to stay.

“Do you have an urgent question …?” Professor Reid inquired softly, biting into the pillow of his lip before continuing, “Sorry. I do not believe I know your name.”

My mouth fell open and a squeak left it. I wasn’t the kind of person to be hyper aware of other people's teeth. I mean, good dental hygiene and tooth conditions were often highly restricted to higher classes in America, but I couldn’t help but stare at the pristine white that left imprints on his bottom lip for a split second before his tongue swiped over it. What I truly stared at though, were his incisors. They seemed … off .. as if they were a tag longer than what should be normal. It was not unheard of for a human, as I noticed they were not at all long enough to perhaps be the kind of lengths that vampires would have, but they were very noticeable.

“Um … Sorry.” I blurted out. My eyebrows furrowed as I promptly turned around to exit the room. My professor’s voice rang out from behind me.

“I didn’t catch your name!”

Yet I was already too far away, my head enamored with how my professor’s teeth would feel bared against my neck.

(i was lucky that he wasn’t a vampire! my heart sped up and even a civilized one would have pounced at the rush of blood in my veins, as highlighted by my pulse)

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Or, I was the most unlucky person in the world. As I neared my dorm, the first thing my eyes caught onto was the flier taped to it with the word NOTICE plastered in big red font. Sticky dread flowed through my fingertips and into my toes as I skimmed the words.

I should have known. My dad was missing and the college funds he set up for me already drained. When the board fees hit, it didn’t pass through.

I was lucky enough to have a scholarship for my classes but it did not cover room and board. I had three days to either find my funds or move out. Well, with virtually no ability to make even a fraction of the needed amount, I would instead need to find a place to stay and hopefully for cheap - the small part time cafe job I had would be enough for a couple hundred a month of rent and groceries for me to live off of. With tips, I wouldn’t be too bad but it’d be cutting it tighter than I wanted.

I knew how to take care of myself, though. With my fathers profession of monster hunting, he would often disappear for months at a time on a job.

I wasn't able to focus too much on it, though, seeing as I had a shift in an hour and needed to make it to the small bakery and cafe not too far from campus.

Work wasn’t hard, per se, and the regulars were sweet, but it was just exhausting. I have always had a very good worth ethic. I just wasn’t in the proper mood today and the fear of losing my dorm. I don’t know what else I expected. My dad had never been the kind to care for others, especially caring about me. I had learned everything I ever needed. I never had a mom to teach me kindness or what my body was changing into – I had to pull myself up by my bootstraps. A mentality that only ever hurt me with every challenge I ever faced. I never asked for help in school and I never relied on anyone but myself.

Dad said he wouldn’t leave again. He lied, obviously. Lied and took the money we had saved together. Out chasing monsters that sometimes, I didn’t even think existed. Well, ones I wouldn’t think existed, had I not seen one when I was fourteen. My fathers quote unquote arch nemesis. A vampire so cunning that he blended seamlessly into the human world. I had only seen him once. I only remember the way his arms cradled me, his smell, and the red eyes. His smell must have been addictive – he smelt too good for my barely teen mind to comprehend, like sweet incense hinted with woods. Now, I know enough about pretty scents and cologne to know it would be reminiscent of Lavender Cedarwood, my favorite candle. That scent and that grip took over my teenage wet dreams. I could trace back my taste in men and most certainly, my love for vampires to the one specific creature deplored by my father the most.

I don’t remember why he held me – only that the last thing on my mind was fear. It was the first time I had been held in so long that I couldn’t remember the last time I felt safe and protected in another’s arms.

My shift passed quickly with my mind focused on the vampire of my dreams (quite literally) and before I knew it, it was over. I had accumulated a whopping 35 dollars in tips and compared to the impending debt over my head, it was pennies to a hundred bucks.

Then, just as I was passing the communal post board, I saw it. A flier with soft little butterflies.

“Roommate Wanted:

Cheap rent. Possibility for no rent, just provide your own groceries and help with water and gas. Looking for someone to make coming home less lonely.

(p.s. I am a man and I understand that might make some uncomfortable. I am open to you bringing a friend to meet and see the apartment with you. I am also open to first meeting in a common and safe area as well as ample talking on the phone. Comfort is important to me. :] )”

And like that, I had decided to try my luck. I mean, cheap or free rent? Genuinely, it sounded like an old man or someone planning to kidnap me … but desperate times called for desperate measures.

My fingers slid over the paper, snagging one of the perforated number slips at the bottom. For good measure, I snagged all of them. Better for competition!

I stared at the little slip of paper. It was a soft, baby pink. I brought the paper to my nose. I didn't know why. Just … I needed to. And well, there it was.

Sweet cedar.

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priniya · 4 months

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requests guidelines ⭐️

hello everyone! after a year (and a half?) i’ve finally got to myself to show all the things i could write for. it’s gonna be updated regularly as soon as i obsess over something new.

so . . .

i’m not sure if i’m a good person to write smut so… request if u want, but might take a long time before i post it! (i haven’t really written anything smut related so that might be bad)

please, if you request something, write a small blurb of what you’ll like to read!

i mainly write for a female reader with she/her pronouns and all that, but i’m up for gender neutral as well if you feel like it :)

i might add sth here if i think of it, but the most important part is who do i write for. bold stands for my favs, italics is like… second fav, i guess!

✩ harry potter — slytherin boys (theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy + pansy parkinson and daphne greengrass), marauders (james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr.), golden era (harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, weasley twins, ginny weasley).

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✩ books — the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, avery kylie grambs, thea laughlin), a good girl’s guide to murder (pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh), hockey boyfriends (nate hawkins, garret graham, john logan, dean di laurenti, john tucker, hunter davenport, henry turner, russ callaghan)

✩ miscellaneous series — jenny han universes (conrad fisher, peter kavinsky, kitty song covey, cam cameron, steven conklin, minho), criminal minds (spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan), outer banks (jj maybank, pope heyward, rafe cameron), my life with the walter boys (alex walter, cole walter, isaac garcia, kailey)

✩ anime — haikyuu (kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, semi + the rest😭).

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⋆ Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

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writersblockiskillingme · 5 months

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WritersblockiskillingmeMASTERLIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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Feel free to send asks and requests. Don't be shy. This is a safe space and no judgment zone. No hate of any kind on this blog will be tolerated.

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Characters that I refuse to write for:

Old!Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games) -> romantically [I do, however write for, young!Coriolanus Snow]

Seneca Crane (The Hunger Games)

Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Lord Voldemort (Harry Potter)

Lucius Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Peter Pettigrew (Harry Potter)

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Thanos (Marvel)

John Walker (Marvel)

Nick Fury (Marvel)

...that's it for now

Things I don't write about:

foot fetish

SA kinks

forced pregnancy

innocent!reader

yandere

dark![insert character]/dark!reader

incest

male!reader

romantic ships like Katniss x Haymitch or Peter Parker x Tony Stark...

gn!reader, black!reader or plus size!reader [I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST IT, I just don't want to offend anybody by writing something I don't know about ♥︎]

romanticizing depression, anxiety, SA, SH and such

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 6 months

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midnights

lavender haze;

[tommy miller] the one where you still love him even when you shouldn't, even when you know you should give up

maroon;

[logan huntzberger] the one where you finally say yes or, the four times you said no and the one time you said yes

anti-hero;

[cassian andor] the one where after years of knowing each other, cassian has to make a choice between his loves

snow on the beach;

[caspian x] the one where you realise that there will b a change in your whole life and you have to leave to behind

you're on your own kid;

[jess mariano] the one where you follow him to california and realise that you've both always had to rely on yourselves

midnight rain;

[spencer reid] the one where you're the only one to bring him back to himself after a death, the self doubt creeps in

question...?

[scott summers] the one where you finally realise that he never loved you, even after what happened before summer

vigilante shit;

[javier peña] the one where you sit there in colombia and realise that you are in trouble with the cartel and the DEA

bejewelled;

[draco malfoy] the one where after your break up, you go to Slughorns party only to be confronted by his baggage

labrynth;

[ej caswell] the one where you realise that what you thought was going on between you and ej was not real

karma;

[steve harrington] the one where your boyfriend breaks up with you, you get revenge, sleeping with his best friend

sweet nothing;

[anakin skywalker] the one where you both realise that the end is coming, so you hold each other just a little tighter

mastermind;

[jason dilaurentis] the one where your best friends brother comes back to town and you know you can't let him go

the great war;

[gally]: the one where you realise how much you have to go through and sacrifice just to make it to the safe haven

bigger than the whole sky;

[gale hawthorne] the one where you fail to save all of district twelve but find something else amongst the ruin

paris;

[emily prentiss] the one where you have to sit there and live your life without your girlfriend after Ian Doyles attack

high infidelity;

[dean forester] the one where you do something stupid with a married man but he chooses you despite it all

glitch;

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would've could've should've;

[luke castellan] the one where you have to sit in the aftermath of the way that he treated you all those years.

dear reader;

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hits different;

[derek morgan] the one where you sit with the girls and realise that for the first time in your life, you're truly in love

you're losing me;

[dean forester] the one where you realise that your husband was starting to fall out of love with you

#mj 1000 followers midnights celebration #midnights celebration

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theflowerrooms · 2 years

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Hello there! This is all of the necessary information you will need if you chose to submit a request for any type of fanfiction!

How to request!

To submit a request, simply write out the character you would like it to be about and key aspects of the fic that you would like to include.

You can submit this to me either by tapping on the little button that says ‘say stuff’ and then submit your request either anonymously or not, or! you may privately message it to me, my dm’s are always open

IMPORTANT!

When it comes to writing fanfiction, I will write nearly everything. I enjoy writing smut that includes kinks and dark topics so please do not be shy!

My rules ~~~

I do only write reader inserts at the moment!

Who I write for!

Stranger things:

Eddie Munson <3

Steve Harrington <3

Joyce Byers

Jim Hopper

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

X-Men:

Peter Maximoff <3

Wade Wilson (deadpool)

Ororo Monroe

Raven Darkholme

Hank McCoy

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Erik Lensherr (Michael Fassbender)

Jean Grey

Logan/James Howlett (wolverine)

Kurt Wagner

Scott Summers (fluff only)

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid <3

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Aaron Hotchner

Scream:

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Spiderverse:

Peter Parker (TASM) <3

Miguel O’Hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (ATSV)

The Walking Dead:

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne Hawthorne

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Carol Peletier

911:

Evan “Buck” Buckley <3

Eddie Diaz

Howie “Chimney” Han

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Maddie Buckley

Henrietta “Hen” Wilson

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Vivian Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Sister Mary Eunice

Kyle Spencer <3

Misty day <3

Cordelia Goode

Jimmy Darling

Bette & Dot

James P. March

The Countess

Kai Anderson

Marvel Characters:

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

The Batman (2022):

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

#stranger things s4 #american horror story #cm #criminal minds #xmen #stranger things #fanfic #request

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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What to update????

Victor's Daughter (Gale Hawthorne x reader. Hunger Games)

Yoda's New Padawan (Obi Wan Kenobi x reader. Star Wars)

Spider's Backup (Peter Parker x reader, Andrew Garfield, The Amazing Spider-Man)

Spotlight Niece (Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal Minds)

Texas Romance (Georgie Cooper, Young Sheldon)

His Other Admirer - Jake Perry x reader (Sweet Home Alabama 2002)

#my followers #what should i update #victor's daughter #yoda's new padawan #spider's backup #spotlight niece #texas romance #his other admirer #comment which one #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

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system-to-the-madness · 2 years

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Masterlist

Six of Crows

Includes: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa

Free Rein

Includes: Pin Hawthorne

Shingeki no Kyojin - Attack on Titan

Includes: Armin Arlert

ユーリ!!! on ICE

Includes: Yuri Plisetsky

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Demon Slayer

Includes: Tomioka Giyū

Jujutsu Kaisen

Includes: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojō Satoru, Itadori Yūji, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yūta

Bungo Stray Dogs

Includes: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chūya

Haikyuu!!

Includes: Sugawara Kōshi

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Includes: Zuko

Various Characters

Includes: Dr. Spencer Reid, Dr. Robert Capa (Sunshine, 2007), Inui Magoroku

🌸Sakura Festival🌸

Includes: Okkotsu Yūta, Sugawara Kōshi, Itadori Yūji, Dazai Osamu, Fushiguro Megumi, Tomioka Giyū, Inumaki Toge, Nakahara Chūya, Zuko

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puddygeeks · 3 years

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𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 - 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒅 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 8: 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

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Rating: Mature

Summary: 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Status: Ongoing

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈'𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ: Pʀᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1

Chapter Eight

“You know, it’s remarkably similar to Brighton Pier here.” I commented, fanning myself in desperation under the scolding sun and Ricky pushed his large sunglasses down to allow me to feel the full force of his judgement. “Well, except that it’s unmistakably hotter, obviously.”

“How dare you compare this beautiful sandy bliss to your pebble filled nightmare?” He remarked with a sweeping hand gesture at the beach, before sipping out of his straw with offence and I rolled my eyes at him.

Ricky has always been a force to be reckoned with, but as he got older, he only grew more confident and I was constantly inspired by how comfortable he was in himself. His thick brunette hair reached his collarbones now, but he currently had it pushed back out of his face with a colourful bandana so that he could tan. In order for him to worship the sun to his full capacity, he was wearing a worryingly small pair of shorts and had stretched himself across a lounger like the diva that he absolutely was.

“Hmm. Your actual beach is better, I’ll give you that one. But you’re seriously lacking on drag queens, quirky cafes and fancy boutiques to shop in.” I pointed out, fondly recalling the whirlwind weekend that we’d spent in the British city the last time that he’d visited me and he shrugged in defeat.

“Touché. You win this round.” He admitted, laying back to bask himself again, whilst I shuffled my sensitive skin further under the sun umbrella that he’d reluctantly agreed to allow me to bring over on the condition that it didn’t cause a single shred of shade over him.

It was a beautiful day, only improved by the quality of my company and I had to admit that I was endlessly pleased to have decided to extend my stay for another few days. Despite the years that had passed since we had last been in each other's physical company, Ricky was still able to put me at ease in a way that no one else had ever been able to emulate and I cherished the opportunity to simply relax with him at the Virginia Boardwalk.

“So, what’s it like being an FBI agent?” Ricky asked, turning his attention back to me with a smug expression. “Is it wonderful knowing that you have the power to stop anyone in their tracks? I would absolutely abuse my power for evil, but I know you’re too pure for that.” He muttered with delight and I chuckled at him knowingly. The things that he would use an FBI badge to accomplish didn’t even bear thinking about.

“Darling. I already told you. I’m not an FBI agent. I’m still a technical analyst for Interpol. I’m just on loan.” I repeated, already losing count of how many times I had made this distinction, but he still seemed as unconvinced by this as he was the first time that I told him.

“Oh, semantics! Sounds to me like you’re working for them and considering that you saved a girl from a burning building like a freaking hero, I’m just going to treat you like one.” He argued, seeming amused as if I were simply downplaying things, when realistically, it was a case of him dramatising the arrangement, as he did with most things. “We have an FBI agent in the family. That’s pretty cool.”

“There is absolutely no reasoning with you.” I groaned, shaking my head in embarrassment and he shrugged dismissively, as if this were an obvious fact that I should have accepted already. “How’s university going? Have you sorted your accommodation for your second year yet?”

“College is going fine. I’ve done a fantastic job being the life of the party, so I have plenty of offers for people to live with. My only struggle is choosing people who aren’t completely filthy as housemates. I can’t live in a grubbly little student hovel.” He explained, seeming repulsed by the very idea and I raised a brow at his diva attitude. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not being dramatic. My first year in dorms, I shared a bathroom with straight men. You don’t understand the trauma that I’ve lived through.”

“Does your mother know that you haven’t arranged housing yet?” I interrogated, already sensing a hint of dishonesty in him and his features quickly contorted into a guilty look. “Rituparan! I understand being picky, but you’ll end up with no choice other than to live with the grimy jocks if you don’t hurry up. You need to get organised.” I scolded, earning an eye roll so severe that I worried his face might never recover from the strain.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Alley Cat. I’ll get it sorted. Now, drink your mocktail before it gets too diluted.” He ordered, sipping down the last of his drink and placing the little umbrella from the top in his hair with a flourish. The moment that he faced me, I knew that he had mischief in mind.

“Okay. Are you ready? Who am I?” He pouted so dramatically that his cheeks all but disappeared and I almost choked on my drink.

“Oh, too easy! That is the unforgettable Lola, the only woman on the planet who considers a cocktail umbrella the perfect hair accessory for any occasion.” I answered, earning a cheer and wicked laugh of satisfaction from him. “You know, I love having someone else to mock dad’s exes with. You’d think the fact that he only dates women my age would mean we’d have something in common, but alas, apparently a sense of humour isn’t shared by age group.”

“Of course they’re not funny! The only thing those girls come with is a price tag.” He sassed, flipping his hair back out of his face in a ridiculously bitchy gesture and I was immediately reminded of just how much I loved him. “At least you don’t have to pretend to like Tanya anymore. Honestly, if she had a second brain cell, she’d be dangerous.”

“Oh, no! They broke up?” I gasped, almost sounding convincing with my upset and he whipped his head around with drastic confusion. “I guess she had to bleed my dad dry of pocket money eventually.” I drawled, prompting a small yelp of surprise and a quick high five from Ricky.

Tanya had been dating my dad for just over six months now, so I knew that she was likely to be approaching her expiration date soon. His routine was well known amongst the entire family now and in an effort to counter the embarrassment that it caused for my mother and I, it had become a running joke for us all to share.

“Didn’t you hear the details?” Ricky crooned, turning to face me fully on his lounger with a devious expression and I shrugged nonchalantly. “According to Maji, she tried to charge her lip fillers to his business credit card. Caused all sorts of uproar at the office. I guess she’ll be making that duck face at someone else’s wallet now.” He divulged, pouting into an exaggerated model face for effect and I struggled not to splutter my drink everywhere in response.

Ricky’s mother always seemed to know everything that was happening in our family and I’d long believed that this was where he’d learned to dig information out of people. She was abnormally gifted in guilt tripping the truth out of even the most hardened family members and yet, she doted on Ricky as if he was the very thing that made her world turn. If I ever wanted to know what was going on in my dad’s life, I knew that I could rely on her to be up to date with events.

Before I could manage to recover enough to speak, my mobile rang with it’s sharp tone and I had to clamber around in my bag to find it. As soon as I saw the private number, my eyes grew wide in dread.

“Oh, no! The bat phone?” Ricky asked, seeming genuinely horrified that I might be called into work and I quickly nodded, before holding a finger to my lips to shush him.

“Agent Hawthorne.” I answered, feeling utterly ridiculous referring to myself this way in my current company. This insecurity was only made worse by Ricky sliding his shades back on in a judgemental manner and I gestured to him to stop distracting me.

“Alice. This is Hotch. Are you still in Virginia?”

The voice on the other end of the phone was as serious as ever and though I was enormously relieved to find that it wasn’t anyone from Interpol trying to order me home, I felt nerves building in my chest already.

“Yes, Sir. I am.” I reported, noticing Ricky raising his brows at me in interest and I knew that he was dying to know what was being said.

“I realise that you’re spending time with family, but would you be able to come into the office for a meeting? I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you in person, if possible.” Hotch requested, allowing me absolutely no hint of the cause for this meeting and I felt my face change into one of alarm.

My mind had already begun racing with all of the possible complications that I could be facing for my actions at the base now that all of the documentation for the case had been submitted and I was terrified that if any further charges were brought against me, they could contradict the deal that I made with Interpol to avoid imprisonment.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll come in right away.” I stuttered, attempting to fight down my terror. My hands shook with nerves as I hung up on the call and Ricky looked positively thrilled to have been given the opportunity to witness this conversation, as if he’d just been personally included in a matter of national security.

“It’s a good thing that you went for virgin cocktails, my dear. I have to get back to Quantico.” I confessed, quickly burying my nerves so that he wouldn’t sense trouble.

“Oh my god! This is so exciting!” He announced, hopping straight to his feet and flustering to grab his belongings that were spread across every surface around him. “One cab for Agent Hawthorne, coming right up!”

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Outfit: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/460070918191621506/

Standing in the lift of the Quantico building, I was overwhelmed with anxiety. I had been in such a rush to get here that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to change clothes, or to do anything to prepare my appearance at all. Though I knew that I didn’t have any more office clothes with me anyway, I acknowledged that I could at least have found something that provided a little more coverage and didn’t leave me feeling so exposed.

The idea of walking through an office where everyone was dressed smartly, wearing a white floral mini dress was an absolute nightmare and I realised that I only had a few minutes to make any changes. All I could think to do was to untie my waist length hair, shaking it out to at least cover some of my arms and attempting to make it look styled.

The doors opened to reveal a full office, with most of the team present at their desks and I gulped nervously. My dress felt as if it had actually shrunk in size since the beach now that I would be seen in it by people that I had worked with and I had to remind myself that I had bigger things to worry about with being called to come here than my attire.

JJ’s heels clicked on the polished floor as she entered the reception, her professional appearance clashing horribly with the casual style of my low top converses and I tried not to feel intimidated.

“Alice! I know that I said we wanted to see you again soon, but this is a little crazy.” She breezed as she approached me with a warm smile and I tried to force myself to relax. “Hotch is just finishing a call and he’ll be out to meet you.” She explained, before her gaze fell onto my outfit and I felt myself physically become stiff under her scrutiny. “You look pretty!”

“Oh, thanks. I was just on the beach. I’ve already worn all of my work clothes so, um, this is all I have?” I offered, shifting awkwardly and she smiled sympathetically at me.

“We’ve all been called in at unexpected times. I was literally collected from home in my pajamas once. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She soothed, leaning closer to me as she spoke so that no one would overhear my concern and I let out a long breath in relief.

“Besides, I know that Hotch is just going to appreciate you being able to come in at such short notice. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of your time off before we intruded?” She asked with an honest concern in her eyes and just as I opened my mouth to see if she could give me even the slightest hint of what to expect, Hotch stepped into the room.

“Alice. Thank you for coming so quickly.” He stated in his usual serious manner, reaching straight to shake my hand and I complied immediately, forcing a smile through my nerves. “I’ll try not to take up too much of your time. Let’s talk in my office.” He offered, opening the glass doors to the main office for me and I stepped through hesitantly.

Within approximately two steps of entering the space, I could already feel eyes on me and tried not to allow myself to be unnerved by the attention. The anxious voice in the back of my mind screamed that I was the most inappropriate looking member of staff to ever enter this office, but I forced myself to keep my head held high as Ricky had always preached.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Spencer was watching me from his desk as if he’d been stopped in his tracks and I waved subtly at him, prompting him to hurriedly do the same back in a fluster. Morgan passed Hotch distractedly, before he noticed that I was following him with obvious surprise.

“Looking good, Poppins. Welcome back.” He muttered as he squeezed beside me, sneaking a charming smile and thanks to the combined warmth of the two men, once again I felt my nerves beginning to settle slightly.

Hotch encouraged me to take a seat in his office, before closing the door behind us and I felt as if I couldn’t think straight in the silence that followed. He settled into the seat opposite me, knitting his hands together on the desk between us and despite feeling before that I had reached the point where I could understand his expressions, his face at this moment was completely unreadable.

“For a start, I want to discuss what happened at the Twenty Nine Palms base.” He opened, his stern eyes studying my face for every minute reaction and though my heart sank at the suggested topic, I nodded back calmly.

“Whilst it can’t be denied that your actions resulted in saving a young girl's life, they were also unacceptably reckless. You demonstrated absolutely no regard for your own safety and jeopardised the reputation of the whole team. You are aware that we appreciate your support, but I’m not convinced that you realise we are legally and morally responsible for your wellbeing whilst you are under our service and that I would be personally held accountable for your death as a result of your irresponsible actions.” He lectured, his voice sounding even more severe than it had when I was in the ambulance and I felt my confidence crumbling with every word that he spoke.

It became clear that he had paused his speech to allow me the chance to explain myself and I cleared my throat to speak with a feeling of terror.

“I’m truly sorry for my actions, Sir. You are entirely right. I was reckless and selfish, and I didn’t consider how my behaviour would reflect on your team, and especially on you. I’m not going to make excuses. I just want you to know that I accept any and all consequences that you feel are appropriate.” I answered calmly, ensuring that I kept my tone calm and respectful, and he sighed as he studied me.

“I didn’t call you in here to punish you, Alice. This is a conversation, not a lecture. What I aim to understand is why an agent with no field experience, or any personal stake in the case, felt that they had no choice other than to risk their own life to save a child who they’d never met?” He clarified, his entire demeanour remaining unchanged even as he moved to a gentler tactic of questioning and I chewed on my lip.

It took a few moments for me to consider how best to answer this, but eventually I decided that I respected this team as a whole too much to lie. I prepared myself for a conversation that I knew would likely change his opinion of me permanently, but assured myself that honesty was a necessity at this point.

“When I was fifteen years old, my mother was abducted.” I began, glancing down at my hands as I spoke to avoid the intensity of his gaze. “It took four months for her to be found and when she came home, she was a different person. I never saw the mother that went missing again.” I paused, clearing my throat to keep the emotion from my voice before continuing.

“Three years later, a girl at my university went missing. She wasn’t the first, but the stakes were high as all of the others had been found murdered. I obsessed over everything that my mother had survived to come home and I couldn’t imagine how awful it would be to endure that at just eighteen years old. So, I began looking into the case and after a while of digging, I compiled enough information to anonymously assist law enforcement in safely recovering the missing girl. I realised then that I had the skills to make a difference to the world and I kept going, one missing person at a time, until Interpol found me.”

“You were given a choice between conviction, or working for them?” Hotch asked knowingly, as if he’d seen this very situation many times before and I recalled the recent conversation that I’d had with Penelope about hackers frequently being recruited through their questionable activities. I nodded slowly in response, deciding that this wasn’t the time to divulge any further information about the circumstances of my hiring.

“I didn’t join this field by choice. It was never the plan for my life. Don’t get me wrong, I always wanted to help people. I actually trained to become a psychiatrist, like my dad, but a job like this had never even been on my radar. Yet, here I am.” I explained, shrugging awkwardly as I realised that this sounded like I was ungrateful for the mercy that I was shown and I tried to be more careful with my wording when I spoke again.

“When I was standing in front of that building, watching the smoke pour out of it, all I could think about was how my mother told me that she spent every minute of every day that she was in captivity praying to come home. I could just imagine Amanda doing the same thing, hoping with everything she had that someone would save her and I was right there.” I stopped as frustration seeped into my voice, allowing myself to regain control so that I could resume my explanation.

“I knew that there was a chance that she was still alive and I felt like everything that had happened, all of the crazy unplanned situations that had led me to being there at that exact time were so that I could save her. It sounds insane, but it was like my legs moved before I had even decided what I was going to do. For the first time in my career, I trusted my team, this team to have my back and with all due respect, Sir, it was the right thing to do.” I finally finished my rant, forcing myself to meet his eyes to allow him to see my sincerity and I was shocked to find that his face was filled with understanding, causing me to realise that he was already filling in the blanks between my words.

“You said that this was the first time that you felt this way about your team. You shouldn’t be working with people that you can’t rely on. In our line of work, we are forced to face horrors that most people can’t even begin to imagine. The people around you should be your anchor in the storm.” Hotch advised, causing my eyes to become watery and I sniffed back my emotions, desperate not to cry in front of him. “You have options, Alice.”

“What options? Prison?” I scoffed, recalling my conversation with Shepard with a flinch.

Though I had thought in detail about leaving Interpol many times since my recruitment, I knew in a serious light that it was merely a fantasy and nothing more. Without my employment to them, I was considered as nothing more than a threat to security and returning to normal civilian life was no longer something that I could consider.

“Join our team.” Hotch offered, causing my mouth to drop open in shock and I noticed the corners of his lips twitch slightly upward at my reaction.

“It’s clear that you are neither happy, nor valued at Interpol. You have already proven the difference that you could make across multiple cases and the entire team have agreed that you make an excellent addition.” He elaborated, listing reasons that I struggled to even associate with myself and I couldn’t seem to form a response, as I stuttered in the silence.

“But, I-Sir, we just discussed how I jeopardised this team. I don’t mean to seem rude, or ungrateful because I absolutely am not, but I fail to see how I’ve given you the impression that I would make a suitable field agent. You already have Penelope for technical support, so I’m not sure what else you could need me for here.” I pointed out, hardly able to wrap my head around the sudden detour that this conversation had taken and found myself baffled at the very concept of him offering to employ me.

“When your team brought you for the Valeno case, you showed potential that they were purposefully dismissive of. After you left, Gideon suggested that I speak to you about a position within the BAU. Unfortunately, at the time we didn’t have the available resources to do this. Due to the recent successes of this team, we’ve been granted the budget to expand and I would be foolish to ignore a candidate who has already contributed to that success. You are a good fit and the first choice of every member in this unit.” He presented, completely disregarding my concerns and when I looked at him with confusion, he sighed.

“I have discussed the recent incident with Gideon and we share the opinion that with the correct mentoring and the support of a team that believes in your worth, you could be an exceptional field agent.” He divulged, causing me to raise my brows impossibly higher in surprise.

It was bizarre enough that Hotch wanted me to join the team, but finding out that Gideon had been the instigator for this offer blew what remained of my psyche to pieces and Hotch cleared his throat to regain my attention from my inner turmoil.

“The offer would, of course, be conditional. It would be based on your own commitment to overcoming your experiences. None of us are immune to personal biases and each of us have elements of our pasts that make certain cases more challenging for us than the others. However, we rely on each other to hold us accountable, and have all learned to be objective and to know our limits. If you think this is something that you can also undertake, then there is a place here for you. As long as you want it.” Hotch clarified, causing me to stare back at him in blatant disbelief.

“I-I honestly don’t know what to say.” I stuttered, fiddling with my hair anxiously and Hotch cracked a rare smile at me. “It isn’t as simple for me as just changing state. My life is in France now. I’ve already left my mum behind once in England. I’d also have to renounce my dual nationality and become an American citizen.” I thought aloud, considering the enormity of the decision before me and Hotch nodded in understanding.

“Can I have some time to think about it?” I asked nervously, unsure of what else to say and Hotch seemed completely unsurprised by my reaction, as if he’d actually been expecting it.

“Of course. It’s a serious decision that you aren’t expected to make right away. Take all of the time that you need.”

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“Girl. Your life is crazy!” Ricky gasped, studying me with a fascinated expression and I had to laugh at his dramatic reaction, despite mostly agreeing with the sentiment. “You’re gonna say yes, right?”

I sighed deeply as I considered this question and the way that he considered me now revealed exactly how insane he thought I was for even needing to think about it. In order to avoid his prying eyes, I stood to start clearing away the takeaway boxes that littered my hotel room bed, but Ricky refused to be silenced.

“Alice. Honey. What are you doing?! Life at Interpol has been miserable for you since day one. You said it yourself. I can’t imagine anything there that could be worth turning this offer down for!” He scolded, staring at me in complete disbelief and I shook my head at his youthful attitude to things.

“It’s more complicated than that. I never planned to work in this sector at all, much less as an FBI agent!” I explained, still struggling to process the fact that this was even an option that was open to me. It felt as if it had come from nowhere and I was already overwhelmed with the mere concept of making such a serious life decision.

“This isn’t just a job that we’re talking about here. It’s a completely different life. I need to be sure that I can handle it, before I move away from everything that I know. I’d hardly ever get to see mum and Roger.” I clarified, struggling to make him understand the severity of the situation.

“You never visit your mama anyway! I should know. I overhear Maji talking to her about it enough.” He groaned, only causing me to feel even worse about the idea of moving even further away from her.

“Besides, if you took it then you’d be living right near me and there isn’t any better benefit than that!” He added, posing across the bed as if he were the most important factor in the proposal and I chuckled at him with fondness. He sighed at my lack of enthusiasm, before dropping to a more serious tone.

“The most important thing for all of us is your happiness. You’d be crazy to stay somewhere that is making your whole existence taste like bad Aloo Gobi. And you deserve better than that! You deserve for your life to always be like Maji’s cooking, full of love and happiness.” He described, seeming as if he’d distracted himself along the way and he glanced back down at his plastic container of curry with disdain.

“You realise that you have a gift for being able to relate literally anything to food, right?” I remarked playfully, observing him with amazement and he shrugged carelessly.

“Food is one of the most enjoyable things that sustains us. It’s important.” He argued passionately and I couldn’t think of a single point to dispute his statement with, having to allow him the pleasure of being correct. “Fortunately, Mumbai Gardens is able to provide an almost authentic experience, right here in the heart of Virginia. A good meal can heal many things, you know. Even the stress of your biggest ever life decision.”

“That’s high praise coming from you. Could it pass the home test though, do you think?” I queried with curiosity as I disposed of the remaining trash with the Mumbai Gardens logo on it and he scoffed as if I’d asked something utterly ridiculous.

“Not a chance! Even Mama would be able to tell you that it wasn’t completely correct. You know, she’s actually been with Maji long enough now to have better cooking taste than some of my other actual Indian friends.” He revealed, showing his love for his step mom, who happened to be my paternal aunt Heather, clear in his voice.

I couldn’t withhold a wide grin as I thought of my aunts, both filled with a warmth that radiated even in my memories. Heather and Ricky’s mum, Nabhitha, had been married for almost ten years now and were the main reason that I still had any faith in true love. They had done an admirable job of raising Ricky together, with Heather always treating him as if he was her biological son and I was endlessly proud of them. Thanks to them, Ricky had grown into the confident, funny teenager that I loved. Their blissful blended family gave me hope for my own future.

“I just had an idea.” Ricky breezed, sitting up particularly straight as if he could barely contain his enthusiasm and I turned back to face him with interest. “If you take this job, we could totally rent a place together! I could be your stylist extraordinaire, in-house councillor and professional Indian chef.” He suggested, his eyes gleaming with excitement and I scoffed loudly at the idea.

“Absolutely not. I’ve already got enough on my plate, without considering parenting you, Ricky.” I laughed, wincing at even the thought of dealing with his dramatics on a daily basis and he gasped at my refusal, seeming as if he could never have expected me to refuse his generous offer. “You can be as offended as you like, but I still don’t have the energy to deal with a college kid in my space. I’m not gonna be your easy way out of student housing. Pick some other teenagers to live with already.”

“Fine. I was offering you a lifestyle of sheer luxury, but I guess I’ll just have to take my fabulous self somewhere that I’ll be better appreciated.” He announced, acting as if he were hurt by my denial, before quickly softening back into a smile barely a few seconds later. “You should definitely think some more about taking the job though, queen. You deserve a fresh start.”

“We’ll see.” I conceded with a chuckle, desperate to simply end the conversation. “Now, which film do you want to rent?”

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unholyobsessions · 3 years

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It’s for the books

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GenderNeutral!Reader (almost 100% sure)

Description: Spencer has a crush on the cute librarian (headcannons)

Warnings: none :))

Requested: Yes @illuxions-x

Word Count: 945

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You work at a small library close to your apartment.

It provides a calm atmosphere with mostly regulars who live in the neighborhood. So it comes as a big surprise when the bell above the door rings and you are met with a new face.

Spencer gets tunnel vision when he enters a bookstore so he immediately goes to the isle he’s looking for, not even looking up to answer the greeting spoken his way.

After fifteen minutes of browsing with no luck, he is interrupted by a voice trying to get his attention.

“Excuse me, do you need any help?”

He swears his breath is knocked out of him when he looks down at you. He struggles to put together a coherent sentence and ends up stuttering out

“Oh…umm…yeah…fah-Fahrenheit 451?”

You simply smile up at him and guide him through the aisles and handing him the book in question.

He can’t help but stare at you. You’re wearing an oversized cardigan and cuffed jeans, a pair of glasses sits on top of your head. You look beautiful.

He checks out the book and leaves, sending a smile over his shoulder.

He comes back the next day to return the book and get another one

You’re taken aback by his speed in reading but you don’t mention it, just glad to see him.

He comes everyday for the next week, browsing the isles full of books he has already read and stealing glances at you as he waits for the moment you will eventually approach him and offer him some help.

He likes to believe he comes for the books but the fact that he keeps checking out books he can recite without blinking makes that a little questionable.

He’s learned a few things about you, like that your name is y/n and that you’re in the middle of getting your masters degree.

You learn a few things as well, such as his name, Spencer Reid, and that he can read 20,000 words per minute and that is why he can keep checking out books everyday.

He can’t help but be a stuttering mess every time he’s in your presence so his usual word vomit of random facts doesn’t happen.

Not that you need it, you know so much about books (at times even more than he) and he can’t help but get flustered

You tell him all about your favorite authors, favorite style of writing, why you dislike certain stories.

He’s memorized by your way of thinking and is at times surprised by your opinions.

Every time you speak he fall a little more in love with you (but he’s not in love, he’s only known you for a week)

If he could get his brain to coordinate with his mouth he would give more intelligent replies than a rapid nod of his head or

“YES… I mean yes I always thought Hawthorn meant that as well.” Which is normally followed by a shy smile.

He tells himself everyday that he is going to ask you out or at least ask for your number and every day he chickens out.

He can’t help it, every time he looks into your eyes, all thoughts leave his brain

But you always grin at him, even though he makes himself look like a complete fool

His mood is always a little brighter every time he visits and the smile is almost impossible to wipe off his face

One day he doesn’t show up and you try to tell yourself that you aren’t worried

(You are)

He’s gone for two weeks and you find yourself looking at the door in anticipation, hoping that he would somehow materialize behind the glass.

You know he has no duty to visit everyday but he had become part of your routine and have him leave so suddenly struck you harder than it should.

In reality Spencer knows he didn’t have to call you.

But not talking to you feels wrong. Also, he can’t, he never asked for your number (nice going)

It was a hard case and when the plane lands, all Spencer wants to do is see you.

He doesn’t know why all he knows is that if he’s with you everything will be okay. It always is.

You’re about to close when he walks in. You’re re-shelving the books in some random isle and you hear a familiar voice call your name.

You drop the books in surprise and Spencer follows the noise, finding you crouched down beside the cart picking up the novels.

He crouches down in front of you and when you look up your faces are a mere inches apart.

He clears his throat

“It’s not too late is it?”

You’re not sure if he’s talking about the library hours or something else but you answer anyway.

“No, not late at all.”

He smiles brightly at you before looking down, a bashful laugh escaping his lips.

He picks up the rest of the books and then offers you his hand to help you up.

He stays with you as you finish re-shelving, keeping conversation that makes both your hearts grow fonder of each other.

You exchange phone numbers before he leaves and the next morning he comes in bright and early with two coffees in hand, a book title leaving his lips as soon as he is within earshot of you

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid headcanon #mgg #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid blurb #mgg blurb #mgg x reader #mgg drabble #mgg imagine #Criminal Minds #spencer reid reader insert

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priniya · 1 year

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she/her. eighteen. polish. enfp. 7w6. sang-mel.

hope you can find something for yourself here! my inbox and asks are always open so feel free to have a chat with me (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Vices (Part One)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Author’s Note: Ok, no one asked for this, but Mothica came out with a song called Vices and it’s a bop and I wanted to write something so I came up with this. This is just a little mini thing, a three or four parter, but yeah! I don’t want to tag anyone from my other Criminal Minds stuff, but if you want to be tagged let me know!

Warning: Discussion of murder, rape, and violence, and graphic descriptions of all three. Substance abuse.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: As Dr Reid reaches three years sober, a case reaches the BAU that his old vice Dilaudid plays a key role in – the only witness to the murders is a young woman who abuses the drug to forget. Can Spencer break through to her and catch their killer before he strikes again?

Part Two is out now! Click here to read!

“Don’t bother getting comfy, I’ll be briefing you on the jet. Hotch wants wheels up in ten.” Garcia said as she hurried past the field agents entering the BAU offices that morning: Prentiss, Morgan and JJ had gone to get breakfast together, though it seemed there wouldn’t be time to enjoy it.

“You’re coming with us, mama?” Derek asked, taking a sip of his coffee as he noticed Reid and Hotch walking out the latter’s office, both in a deep discussion.

“This one is big… The Cali Slasher is back.” Garcia said quickly, hurrying with her laptop through the doors, leaving the three agents to share looks of disbelief. It wasn’t often that an uncaught killer stayed dormant for almost a decade: in fact, the last time they had seen something like it was with George Foyet.

And never before had they had a cold case with a real surviving victim.

Go-bags were lifted, breakfasts quickly eaten, and within five minutes the team were making their way over the tarmac to the waiting jet, Rossi and Garcia already on board. As Hotch walked ahead with JJ and Morgan, Reid found his himself falling into step with Prentiss, mindlessly flipping what looked like a casino chip between his fingers.

Prentiss caught sight of it as they boarded the plane, stopping Reid on the steps and holding out a hand to see what he had. Reid was visibly hesitant to pass it over, his fingers closing over the chip on resting in his palm, but the look Emily gave him was enough for the object to be handed over.

It was very much like a casino chip, the same sort of size, but instead of plastic the small token was bronze, heavy in Prentiss’ palm as she examined the engraving:

To Thine Own Self Be True bordered the token, with a triangle containing a 3, the words Unity, Service and Recovery on each edge of the shape.

A sobriety chip.

“Has it really been three years?” Prentiss asked, pride swelling in her chest as she looked up at the doctor, a light blush covering his cheeks as he smiled back. She handed over the chip, the pair taking their seats beside one another.

“It’s surreal… I went to a meeting last night I-” Spencer stopped, and took a breath, looking the chip over once more before tucking it into his shirt’s breast pocket. “It feels good.”

“I’m proud of you, Spencer.” Emily squeezed his shoulder gently, the pair sharing the moment before reality caught back up with them. The pilot asked the team to buckle up as the plane went into taxi, and within ten minutes, the team were in the air, and gathering to pay close attention to their briefing.

“Last week, fourteen-year old Lacey Hawthorne and her parents were found in Angeles National Forest. Her parents, Ella and Todd, had been dismembered, and Lacey was sexually assaulted and raped before the unsub slit her throat.” Hotch explained, the team pulling up the files onto their tablets, Doctor Reid, perched on the arm of the couch, sifting through a paper case file. “The LAPD originally thought they had a copycat killer on their hands, but after another killing last night, they believe undoubtedly that the Cali Slasher is back from hiatus.” The team, almost simultaneously, turned to the next file in the case, concerning a Miss Fiona Baxter. “Fiona Baxter, fifteen-years old, and her parents were also found in Angeles National Forest, the same MO.”

“What makes LAPD so sure it’s the Cali Slasher?” Morgan asked.

“With Fiona Baxter’s body, the ME discovered a note placed in the girl’s mouth post-mortem. This note gives details on the survivor from twelve years ago, including her real name, her identity provided by witness protection, and her last known address. Information that was never released to the public, information that never went beyond the BAU and LAPD police chief.” Hotch explained, his expression one of guilt, of worry. He had worked the case all those years ago, and never caught the killer.

“Angeles National Forest is 1,094 square miles; our unsub has to know the terrain well.” Reid mused, his eyes darting over the pages of his case file as he pulled in the information given in seconds. “The area isn’t an uncommon place for bodies to be dumped, usually victims of gang violence. Anywhere between 8 and 30 bodies are dumped somewhere in the Forest every year.” He rambled off.

“Our victims are all mid-teens, all from middle class families living in areas close to the forest.” JJ added, tilting her head as she scanned over one of the photos. “Ligature marks?”

“It seems the unsub finds a way into the victim’s homes, ties up the parents, and forces them to watch the rape.” Hotch let out a sigh. “Then dismembers them, and finally kills the girl before abusing the corpse.”

“He targets families with one female child, it’s extremely niche.” Rossi said, his brows furrowing. “And to transport these families to the dump sites, and with so many of them off the regular trails, they could be using a pickup truck or all-terrain vehicle?”

“Were the original killings spree-style? Perhaps something triggered our unsub to kill again?” Prentiss offered, but Hotch’s face looked grim.

“First time round, the first bodies were found three weeks into the case, after two more families had been killed… Hikers found them, the remains had been almost entirely eaten by mountain lions.” Hotch said, the tech analyst beside him doing her best to hold back a dry heave. “The unsub is meticulous. No DNA of his has ever been found at crime scenes or dump sites, and he would spend at least a day with the families, we believed, to provide the illusion of normality. He’d turn on the TV after dinner, turn off lights at ten o’clock.”

“So neighbours thought nothing was wrong…” Morgan tutted as he spoke. “And what do we know about the surviving victim? What information do we have from her?” He asked, setting the tablet down.

“Unfortunately, nothing.” Garcia spoke up, the team looking over in shock. “Well, twelve years ago, when the final murder took place, we know that something prompted the unsub not to kill our survivor. Her parents were murdered, but instead of moving them to the dumpsite, the unsub fled the scene. It was only when neighbours began to…” Garcia swallowed. “Began to smell the family decomposing that they suspected something was wrong. Police were dispatched, found the family in the parents’ bedroom, both parents dismembered, the fourteen-year old daughter tied to the bed naked and unconscious.”

“Amnesia?” Prentiss asked.

“The daughter was raped, but not physically harmed otherwise. She fell into a coma from the trauma, according to doctors’ reports, and after that she refused to speak for a year.” Garcia rattled off. “Put in witness protection, fled her safehouse a few weeks before she turned eighteen.”

“God…” JJ muttered. “Do police have her in custody?” She asked, and Hotch nodded.

“We’ll have more information once we’ve landed. Settle in, it’ll be a long flight.”

When the BAU finally landed and made their way to the LAPD Headquarters, they stepped out of their SUVs to be met by a barrage of press, all yelling questions. As the rest of the team headed inside, police officers helping to hold back the mass, JJ turned to face the waiting press at the top of the steps.

“The FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit has been asked to assist in an LAPD case. We are looking to do anything we can to help this investigation, and more information will be provided when LAPD call a press conference. There are no further comments to be made at this time.” She smiled briefly at the cameras before heading inside after her team, finding that they had already split off to begin work: Morgan and Prentiss were talking to local detectives, Reid had found himself a board to begin a geographical profile, Garcia was already setting up in an office JJ could only assume would be IT, and Hotch and Rossi stood in the centre of the room discussing something in hushed voices with the Police Chief, shaking hands and such. JJ moved over towards her superiors, smiling.

“Agent Jareau, you can call me JJ.” She introduced herself as she slotted beside Hotch.

“Knowles. Thank you for getting here so soon.” The police chief responded, a black man in his fifties. By the look of his bloodshot eyes and slouched posture, he hadn’t slept in at least two days. And the way that Hotch looked at him, it was clear to JJ that twelve years ago, they were working this case together.

“We have our Agents Morgan and Prentiss heading over to the first crime scene now, I was hoping we could speak to our surviving victim?” Hotch asked, Knowles’ face dropping a little more.

“Detective Caldwell is bringing her in the now, setting her up in an interrogation room.” He said, sadness coating his words, leaving Rossi and JJ to share a look of confusion. His phrasing was off, more like she was a suspect than anything else.

“I’d like to see her. JJ, would you go help Reid? Rossi, you come with me.” Hotch instructed, the three men going in one direction as JJ turned and headed in the other, making the short walk across the bull pen to Reid, the young doctor plotting and connecting the dumpsites from the new murders with the old cases.

A total of 35 people were dead as of last night.

“Hey, could we talk about something?” JJ asked quietly, stirring Reid from his thoughts, the man looking over at her with concern.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

“No, I just… Prentiss told us all in the car about three years. I just wanted to say I’m proud of you.” JJ replied softly, and for a second time that day Reid blushed. JJ, Garcia, Prentiss and Morgan had driven separately from Reid, Hotch and Rossi, giving Prentiss plenty of time to gush over Reid’s accomplishments without embarrassing him too much, and letting the other team members do so too.

“It’s not that big of a deal…” Spencer tried to brush off the compliment, but JJ held up a hand, stopping him.

“It’s a huge deal, Spence. I am so proud of you.” She gave him a tight squeeze, the lanky kid squeezing back before breaking away, turning back to his charts, and taking a step back, knitting his brow as he thought. JJ noticed, moving to stand beside him. “What do you see?”

“The dump sites are all along the CA-2 highway and the CA-39.” He pointed out, and JJ noticed the pattern as well. While it seemed the dump sites were random, they all lay along the major highways through the park. “Could you go ask Garcia to check and see if there’s any cameras along the roads?” Reid asked JJ, who walked through to the IT room, leaving the genius to ponder to himself.

It felt odd for him to be investigating back here, the crime scenes so close to his old university, CalTech, especially on a case he didn’t know if they could solve. Their unsub had been doing this a long time, and Reid just didn’t know what to expect next. A loud clatter from one of the back rooms caused heads around the office to look up and over, and JJ walked out of IT with Garcia to find out what could be going on.

“Is everyone alright?” Garcia asked, looking up as Hotch and Rossi walked quickly from the back room towards the remaining team, Morgan and Prentiss already at the crime scene.

“We have a serious problem.” Rossi informed, looking over to Hotch. When Hotch refused to say, Rossi continued.

“Y/N Y/L/N is a junkie.”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean ‘she’s a junkie’?” Garcia asked after a few moments of silence. Another clatter followed, making the tech analyst jump a little, and one of the detectives, his name badge reading Caldwell, headed towards the BAU team, holding a hand to the side of his face. “Detective, are you ok?”

“The bitch kicked me.” He muttered, revealing a bruising cheekbone. “I tried to handcuff her, and her leg came out of nowhere. Officers have her restrained.”

“Restrained?” Reid asked, looking more concerned for the one who just kicked the cop than the cop himself. “Why would you restrain her? Did she come in here in cuffs?”

“Yeah, why?” Caldwell asked, looking around the group, oblivious.

“You just restrained a woman the same way our unsub did when he raped her… You’re forcing her to relive trauma. Not to mention she’s most likely in withdrawal…” Reid explained, walking quickly towards the back room, past another officer who was sporting a shoe sized mark on his arm.

“Reid.” Hotch called out, causing the doctor to stop just short of the interrogation room and look up. A silent exchange went on between the pair, Hotch making sure Reid was capable of the next steps, and Reid nodding in response. “I’d like to suggest Doctor Reid lead this interrogation, Detective Caldwell. The close proximity of age between himself and the victim might make her more comfortable.” While it was phrased like an offer, everyone knew it was more of an order: Hotch wasn’t messing anything up this time round. With the go ahead, Reid entered the room and shut the door behind him before locking eyes with Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing Reid took notice of was her eyes, red and a little puffy, like she had been crying. By the tear stains on her cheeks, it was clear she had been. Her hair was tangled, tied haphazardly in a ponytail, her cheeks sunken in, she chewed on her lips so incessantly that when it started to bleed, she didn’t even notice. She just kept staring at him, examining him the way he examined her. Her hands were cuffed tight over faint markings on her wrists, no doubt reminders of that night over a decade ago, when similar cuffs had trapped her to a bed for four days before anyone found her. Her ankles too had been shackled, the metal resting on top of sneakers that were falling apart. She was dressed in a ripped tank top and faded shorts, and Reid spotted a layer of sweat across her body.

He made the first move, taking a step towards her. When she flinched and held up her cuffed hands to cover her face, he lowered his own, pulling a key for handcuffs from his pocket before taking another step. She didn’t flinch that time, instead sitting herself properly on the chair once more and looking ahead of her at the grey concrete wall. Ahead of Spencer was a one-way mirror, to her left, his team no doubt on the other side.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to unlock these?” Y/N spoke up for the first time as Reid slotted the key into the lock on her handcuffs, causing him to look up, the pair now only inches apart. Her voice was quiet, softer than he would have expected, and timid. Like she was scared of him, or maybe she was scared of herself.

“I don’t think it’s fair to treat you like a criminal when you’re a victim.” Reid stated simply, unlocking the cuffs and removing them from her wrists, Y/N’s hands instantly going to rub the sensitive skin. As she did so, Reid unlocked the ankle restraints, letting them fall loose at her feet as he sat himself across from her.

“What’s your name?” He asked first, and Y/N looked him over with interest, stopping the chewing on her bottom lip and switching it for her nails, all of which looked brittle and extensively bitten.

“My real name or the one the police tried to give me?” She asked, and when Reid didn’t respond to the snarky comment, she sighed. “Y/N Y/L/N… What’s your name?”

“Dr Spencer Reid. I’m with the FBI.” Her face fell at the mention of his affiliations.

“You work with Aaron Hotchner then?” She asked, and Reid nodded. “He couldn’t help last time, what makes you so different?” Her tone became harsher, her leg bouncing under the table as she continued to bite her nails.

“I know about what you are going through.” Reid said softly, and Y/N let out a curt laugh.

“Really? I seriously doubt it, Pretty Boy.” She spat back at him, averting her gaze to somewhere in the far corner before her eyes landed on the mirror. “I bet Hotch and all your teammates are behind that glass, right? Profiling me? You know, I’m not stupid. I read up about the BAU after everything. Found out what you all do.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid Y/N.”

“Again with the profiling… I don’t want to be here. When can I go home?”

“We both know that ‘home’ isn’t somewhere you should be.”

“Don’t act like you know me, Dr Reid.” She sneered.

“I think you are scared, I think you hate police because they never caught the man who killed your parents and raped you, and I think you’ve been using drugs to try and forget everything you remember about those five days twelve years ago.” Reid spoke matter-of-factly, and Y/N’s head snapped to look at him.

“Don’t act like you know me.” She said for a second time, slower this time, and Reid leaned forward, hands clasped on the desk, looking her over, challenging her aggression with silence. Only when she sat back in her chair did he begin to speak.

“Your lip has been bleeding for six minutes and you have yet to notice it, you’ve chewed your nails so excessively they struggle to grow, your leg just won’t stop bouncing, you are sweating despite the air con in here being set to 65. Your clothes tell me you spend your money on something more important than food or necessities. By how skinny you are, I would say heroin, but I don’t see track marks, and we both know you think that while you don’t deserve a lot, you deserve better than heroin.” Reid read her like a fucking book, taking a pause before delivering his final statement, a question.

“So, Y/N, how long have you been addicted to Dilaudid?”

#criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #fanfiction #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #cm #cm fic #fanfic #aaron hotchner #angst

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aperrywilliams · 4 years

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I don’t know you anymore/Part III (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif!)

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Part I / Part II /Part III / Part IV / Part V

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Summary: Reader has to do something before her relationship with Spencer get worse. Spencer has to rebuild his life without her. Could he do that?. Now Reader ends up involved in a case that is more complex than it seems.

Word Count: 4359.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences. Angst.

Warnings: References to murders, dead bodies, drug traffic, illicit activities, etc.

A/N: This is Part III of “I don’t know you anymore”. Thanks to everyone who read this and commented previous parts! I really appreciate your support!

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I know I let you down Again and again I know I never really treated you right I've paid the price I'm still paying for it every day

The least I expected to see when I walked into my apartment after work was a piece of paper under the door with the letterhead of Hawthorne Police Station and my name written on it. It was an urgent summons to present myself there. The reasons were not very specific, only it was important in order to collaborate in an ongoing investigation. I tried to imagine what this was all about. It didn't occur to me what it might be, but it seemed urgent, so after eating something I took my keys again and headed for the police station.

I felt something strange about this. And it’s true things in my life had been a bit strange lately. I had recently started a relationship with someone. Well, 'getting started' is perhaps a vague word in this case, given I had a relationship with Hunter before, when I had just arrived in DC, more than 5 years ago, even before met Spencer. We restarted contact the moment I asked for help to leave DC a little over a year ago. He helped me settle in Philadelphia and while I wasn't ready to have a relationship with anyone again, a few weeks ago I gave it a try and we started to get closer again. Hunter is a good man, loving and caring. Unfortunately we had seen little of each other in the past few days because he was out of town due to his job as an interstate realtor. It seems I have a fixation on men who have jobs involve travel. Anyway, at least in Hunter's case travels seemed to be more sporadic.

When I got to the station I walked over to the main counter and asked about Detective Gibson, who was the one who signed the paper I found at the entrance to my apartment. I handed the paper to the officer and he immediately made me walk down a hallway to the entrance of a room where there were three chairs around a metal table. He asked me to wait for the detective sitting in one of those chairs, he would come to talk to me soon.

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"Reid?... Spencer?... Spencer!". In the distance I felt a voice repeating my name seeking some reaction from me. When I woke up, I was lying on the couch in the meeting room where we’re installed and felt the eyes of Prentiss and JJ fixed on me. I looked around and there was no one else in the room. I had a hard time putting my thoughts back on what had happened before I passed out. Within seconds I was sitting and everything had come to my memory again.

"(Y/N)..." I said, trying to get up from the couch. Prentiss stopped me and started talking, while J.J. handed me a sandwich to replenish my fatigue.

“Spencer. You cannot speak to (Y/N). As J.J. said, she is on the list. We had not made the connection when seeing her name since none of us knew her last name, but we did the checkup and yes, it's her…”. Prentiss explained.

"Where is she…?" I said, after taking a piece of the sandwich and beginning to eat it by inertia.

"In the debriefing room waiting for Detective Gibson. But before he interrogates her, we have to agree with him what our line of questions will be... and if it is necessary for any of us to be present" said J.J.

"How is that about ‘line of questions’?... It should be the same thing has been done with the rest of the women from the list..." I answered a little confused.

"It’s not so. We did a quick checkup with Garcia and (Y/N) could be more involved in this matter than we think… she know directly to Hunter Rosten, the 'owner' of the list” said Emily, studying every reaction on my face.

"What?... it's not possible, she wouldn't get involved in something illegal... no, (Y/N) is incapable of something like that...". I said, already getting up from the couch and starting to pace around the room.

"We are not saying she is involved in that way, strictly speaking we do not know if Hunter Rosten is too, we only know he is the owner of the list and he is missing. We need (Y/N) to get to Rosten first”. Emily finished, as I sat back down in one of the chairs around the conference table.

"I don't get it, if she is involved with the deaths why would she be here now... it doesn't make sense". My mind was trying to fit the pieces of what was happening.

“It's what we have to find out. But for that, I need you to stay out of this. The only thing you can help us with now is to obtain more information about (Y/N) that could give some clue, but you cannot conduct the interrogation, much less approach to her” said Emily. I just shook my head trying to shake off the confusion and discredit of what was going on.

"And who's going to question her, besides Gibson?" I asked without raising my head.

“That is the problem, she knows us all. Who do you think makes her feel less intimidated? It’s clear she’ll know you are in this, but if she doesn’t see you, she will be of help…” J.J. asked. I thought for a few minutes before answering.

"It should be Emily. Although she knows we are friends, being you unit chief she’ll tend to be more cooperative if you explain to her this is for a greater good and doesn't matter if I’m involved”. As I said it and I let out a sigh. I started to panic. What had happened in this year in the life of (Y/N) to ended up involved in something like this?

"Okay, I'll do it" said Emily, taking the folders from the table. Before leaving looked at me. She didn’t know what to tell me but she knew had to say something before walking out that door. “Spencer, we shouldn't jump to more conclusions without further evidence. Let's just do our job to clear this up. I know it's hard, it's about (Y/N), but please try to stay calm as much as you can. We need you on this too". I could only look at her with pleading eyes. Then she left the meeting room. With Prentiss out my eyes turned to J.J.

“I need to see her, even if it is through glass. J.J., please…”. She knew what I was asking was quite outside Emily had instructed, but that thin limit allowed her to take some pity on me. She nodded, peered into the hallway to make sure (Y/N), Gibson, and Prentiss were in the interview room, and then motioned for me to follow her.

****

The wait seemed endless. I didn't know how long I was waiting until two people entered the room where I was sitting. A man and a woman. The man in uniform I assumed was Detective Gibson, the woman meanwhile, I was sure I 'd seen her before. At that moment, with the nerves I didn’t know how to associate her face with my knowledge of who it was, until both of them introduced themselves.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), my name is Albert Gibson, homicide detective with the local Philadelphia police office, and she is FBI Special Supervisory Agent Emily Prentiss… we need to ask you some questions about Hunter Rosten”. Sure, of course I knew the woman. This is Emily from the FBI, Spencer's boss. At least she was in the time we were together. Emily realized I recognized her and nodded, giving me the answer I needed. She crossed her hands on the table between us and began to speak.

“(Y/N), my presence here is only intended to be able to ask you questions about a case that we’re working together with the Philadelphia police. That’s the reason for the citation in first place. We have a series of disappearances and… deaths related to people who knew Mr. Hunter Rosten, so any information you can provide about him is important…”. Emily's voice was calm, as if she was trying not to disturb me despite the information she was giving to me. These people are amazing, they make terrible things seem like normal things.

"Hunter? Why? What does he have to do with all this?". I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"We have no certainty at the moment. We are following leads and the only thing we know about Hunter is he is missing and he had a list of women... women who come from different parts of the country and settled here in Philadelphia. Unfortunately there are 3 women on that list who are dead now…”. At that moment I froze. A list? What was she talking about? Hunter missing? None of this made sense.

“Hunter is not missing… I mean, he's travelling. He called me three days ago... no... how?...”. My face must have denoted my stupor, because Emily offered me a glass of water. I accepted it with a shy nod. My hands were shaking and so as not to cry and avoid looking at the two people who had their eyes on me, I concentrated on the mirror at the end of the room. I tried to regulate my breathing. I knew there were things I would have to say and although I didn't like the idea of revealing certain things from my past and current life, there were women dying and that was upsetting me. I was more upset to know Hunter might have something to do with it. If it had to be an open book as long as this cleared up, I didn't care. Even knowing that behind the glass would be Spencer. Don't ask me how, but I could feel him.

****

It had been over a year since I saw (Y/N) last time and seeing her behind the glass in the interrogation room only reminded me to the last moment we shared together. When she said goodbye and gave me one last kiss. Now I could see her even more vulnerable than last time, and more scared too. Her body language denoted stupor, confusion, and huge fear. Every time Emily added some information, I could see how she tensed more in the chair and began to fidget her fingers, a typical gesture when she was nervous and overwhelmed by something. Her confusion and amazement looked genuine, I couldn't tell she was lying about it. It’s clear I was not the best judge at the moment, but I was sure J.J. and Rossi, who were in the room with me, could say the same as me.

"How long have you known Hunter Rosten?" Detective Gibson asked her. (Y/N) spent a few seconds thinking before answering.

"Maybe a little over 5 years. When I moved to DC I looked for a real estate agent to help me find an apartment near where I worked. A colleague from the office where I worked in Baltimore gave me Hunter's contact and I called him for that purpose…” (Y/N) replied.

"Did you keep in touch after that?" Gibson asked again.

"Yes. Finally he showed me several places that could be suitable according to I was looking for. I chose one I could pay with the money I had up to that moment…” said (Y/N).

"What was you working on at the time?" Gibson interrupted.

“Upon arrival in DC, I began working as a research assistant to a professor at Georgetown University. Given my computer skills, I was trained to work in databases and statistical analysis”.

Yes, that was how I met (Y/N). When I started teaching sporadic classes in Georgetown I had the opportunity to collaborate with Dr. Andrew Stevens, the boss of (Y/N) at the time. She started as his assistant, but eventually became his most prolific collaborator. Honestly speaking, Stevens was pretty much nil when it came to processing data, so he relied heavily on (Y/N) 's abilities.

"And after finding an apartment, did you keep in touch with Hunter?" Gibson continued.

"Yes. He helped me get a good move tips and helped me with the rent paperwork” said (Y/N).

"A gentleman, right?... Did you keep seeing each other after that?" I knew where Gibson wanted to go and was sure (Y/N) too, but his discourtesy in his words made her stand on the defensive.

"Yes, a while. Are you going to ask me if we dating? Yes, we were dating a while, if that's what you want to know” she replied with visible weariness. Surely uncomfortable saying all that in front of Emily.

"How long did the relationship last?" Gibson asked, not caring about (Y/N)'s discomfort.

"A few months, maybe 2 or 3. It wasn't very long" she stated.

"Why you broke up?" Gibson asked without flinching.

“Is all this really important…? Do I need to talk about my personal life...?. At that moment I saw the anger in the eyes of (Y/N). She never liked rodeos and clearly this interrogation seemed like exactly that to her.

"We just want to establish closeness between you. It’s not to know details of you relationship, but we need to understand some actions or decisions Hunter could have taken in this time…”. Prentiss said, trying to calm (Y/N). She held her head in both hands. She looked tired.

"Ok. Ok. I already said our relationship lasted no more than three months. We ended because... because I fell in love with someone else... and told him so". Saying that, she looked directly at the glass. She knew I was there. Or at least suspected it.

"How did Hunter take it?" Emily asked.

"Well, he wasn't too pleased with the idea. But he understood. After that, we only talked when I had some friends questions about properties, or if he wanted some publicity among my colleagues. Did we broke up in violent term? Absolutely not. Nor did he insist or try to make me change my mind. After that we didn't see each other anymore. Just a few calls or emails” (Y/N) said dryly.

"Did that last over time...? Emails and calls?” Prentiss asked.

“No… after a year we finally lost contact. I mean, I always had his number and he had mine, but we never spoke again”

"When did you resume contact and why?". Emily asked. I could see (Y/N) biting her lower lip and her eyes began to fill with tears.

“A little over a year ago I called him. I was in a difficult situation. I never had many friends in DC and ... I needed to get out of town. To start again somewhere else…” (Y/N) tried to explain.

"Were you involved in any misconduct and needed to escape...?" Gibson interrupted. Prentiss looked at Gibson reproachfully, for he was pushing harder.

"No! Of course not! ... I just had to leave the city... I had… I broke up with my 3 years boyfriend, with whom I lived and I needed to get away… from him”. She ended saying with a sob. Those words hit me like a truck and made me angry enough to punch the wall behind me. Rossi and J.J. looked at me with concern.

"Spence... maybe you better not keep watching the interrogation..." J.J. suggested. I just shook my head.

"I'm fine. I can stay here. Don't worry about me, just focus on her and what can be useful for the investigation”. I said without even looking at them.

"And how did Hunter help you?" Gibson asked.

"I asked him if he had contacts to look properties in Chicago..." said (Y/N).

"Why Chicago and not Philadelphia in first place?". Emily asked with a frown. (Y/N) sighed and then replied.

“My first choice was Chicago, I wanted to try luck at Chicago State University. I thought it might be a good option for me. But Hunter convinced me Philadelphia was better, being a slightly smaller city compared to Chicago and it could be more compatible with the quieter life I wanted to lead. Moreover, he gave me some contacts to speak at the University of Pennsylvania, where I'm working now..." said (Y/N).

"That's weird..." said Rossi. And yes, he was right. (Y/N)'s first choice was not Philadelphia but Chicago, and Hunter had convinced her to change her mind.

“It's the same thing he could have done with the rest of the women on the list. Maybe he convinced them to come to Philadelphia” added J.J.

"But... for what purpose?... What did he gain bring they to Philly?" Rossi asked. My brain also began to search for potential reasons to make sense of the facts. I tried to make connections and two things came to mind, one of which I didn't even want to verbalize at the time.

“This in part has to be related to properties. Moving to Philadelphia has to bring benefits to Hunter, beyond a good commission for every rent or sell he makes...". I said trying to explain part of my point.

"But that does not explain why there are dead women and, even more, with such a specific victimology" replied J.J.

"Maybe it’s a dual purpose: to attack Hunter's business and Hunter himself..." Rossi reflected. That said, he dialed Garcia's number. “Garcia, we need to know more about Hunter Rosten's business. He was presenting himself as a property agent. Is there something special about the properties he managed? Did he be associated with something other than the real estate business?". Penelope replied she would search and would call us immediately when she found something. J.J. texted Prentiss to ask (Y/N) if something strange had happened to her or Hunter these days. Meanwhile Prentiss and Gibson continued the interrogation.

"All right. After you settled in Philadelphia, did you keep in touch with Hunter?... ” Gibson continued.

"Yes. We keep in touch during these months. From time to time he called me to ask me how I was…” .

"And something else besides phone calls?" Prentiss asked.

"Well... two weeks ago we started dating again... and now we are in a relationship...". (Y/N) said quietly, as if trying I wasn't able to listen. But I don't know why when I heard it I felt angry. I had no right. In fact I was also in a 'relationship' with someone, but imagining another man touching her stuck a stake in my stomach. She had definitely got on with her life. Did I do the same?

"Do you live together?... do you know where is he now?" Gibson hurried asking.

"No... we don't live together. Five days ago he went on a work trip, he told me. Hunter called me three days ago to tell me he was fine and to ask me if I was fine. He looked worried, but he didn't want to tell me if something happened… although after knowing all this, I suppose something did happen…”

***

I didn’t know how much longer I could stand in this interrogation. I felt like I had been there for hours. And they kept asking me the same thing over and over again. It wasn't enough I had to talk about my relationship with Hunter, or to admit I had left DC because I had broken up with Spencer and start all over again. Also I had to try to think if I knew the three women who were murdered and who were related to a list of which I had no idea that I was part of.

I was astonished when they told me Hunter had “helped” many women settle in Philadelphia. I felt like I was part of some crime I completely ignored. I felt dirty and didn't know why. I felt guilty and nobody knew to explain me why.

Finally they finished questioning me and left the room, but not before telling me to wait a moment for a police officer to escort me to my house. The same officer who would later remain a fixed point outside the building 'for my protection'. I don't know how they expected me to take something like that, but at least I was more confused than when I got to the police station. I had more questions than answers. But I didn't want to fight anyone, I was tired and I just wanted to go home to sleep. I didn't mind knowing Spencer was on the other side of the mirror, surely judging me for everything I said in that room. I sat staring at the table that was now empty. From time to time I looked at the mirror, but I couldn't hold my gaze on it, both for me and for whoever I knew was on the other side.

***

After the interrogation, Rossi and J.J. were to the meeting room to join Prentiss. Seeing I wasn't following them, J.J. looked at me. "I'll go soon. I need a few minutes”. I said looking to (Y/N) through the glass. J.J. said nothing and left the room closing the door. I was unable to contain the tears that had been stagnant during the entire interrogation. I would have given everything to go hug her, to go comfort her, to tell her that everything would be fine, that she was not alone. But I couldn’t. And while I was sure she knew I was there, that gave me no right. Her eyes fixed on the table were a sign she didn’t want to look at me. For just an instant I felt her eyes on me. And I knew it. I had never stopped loving her. And no matter what I did, how long time passed or how far she had run from me, my feelings hadn't changed in the least. She is the love of my life. I had to do something to get her back, but first I had to do something to make sure she is safe. After taking a deep breath I took my eyes off her and left the room to join the rest of the team.

"Ok. Garcia, what did you find out?” Rossi said, as we were all around the meeting table.

"I don't know where to start. But I can assure you every fact I’ll will say it follows a worse one…”. My stomach started to clench again.

"Tell us..." Prentiss hurried.

"Yes. Ok. Hunter Rosten. It’s true he has a certificate as a real estate agent. But his profession of origin is chemistry. This isn’t in the official records, in fact I had to open sealed files..."

"Sealed by whom?" Luke asked.

"The same FBI. And this is where it gets all interesting. It turns out Hunter Rosten was a asset to Domestic Terrorism between 2008 and 2010. They then lost his track until 2013 when he appears in DC selling his first properties. The problem is that properties Hunter manages are 'dirty' properties…”

"Dirty? What does that mean? ..." J.J. asked

“They are properties are associated with drug dealers from different cities where he worked and were 'cleaned' by Hunter between 2013 and 2018. Many of them belonged to local cartels, others to small traffickers, and a few to interstate networks… even in some of them he had his own lab”.

"So the list has to do with 'cleaned properties'... and the women he installed there?" Tara asked.

Hunter didn’t work alone at that time. After he reappeared in 2013, he was linked to an associate, Gabriel Dickinson. In fact, Rosten's list also Dickinson had it. Records say Dickinson broke ‘business’ relationships with Rosten and he joined one of the Philadelphia cartels. Dickinson has reports of assault on women and was arrested multiple times for domestic violence…"

"But go from domestic violence to serial killer..." Matt interrupted.

"What if it's just to get revenge on Hunter?... that is, his partner softens over time, stops cooking drugs, decreases the amount of cleaned properties, he realizes he collaborated with the FBI... he must be very upset…” Rossi argued.

"Okay. And why now? And why kill women and not just Hunter?" I asked. That was what bothered me the most. I could understand the big picture, but it didn’t explain the women deaths.

"Jealousy" said Emily. "Think of it this way: Rossi is right, Hunter's life is going according to plan with his partner, but in addition to 'softening' he begins a relationship with (Y/N) 'two weeks ago'. The murders started a week ago. The similarities of the victims with (Y/N) are evident. They are a message to Hunter…” pointed Emily.

"Surrogates for (Y/N)?". I asked barely audibly. Now it was making all the sense to me, I just didn't like where this was going.

"And not herself... because it’s a message. If he had directly attacked (Y/N) he knew would lose Hunter completely” said Rossi.

"Guys... guys!" Penelope's voice rang out on the speaker. "I know where Dickinson is now. Traffic cameras place him on Allison Street with Master Av.… this is two blocks from (Y/N)’s apartment…”. Garcia was unable to finish speaking and I grabbed my blazer and ran from the police station. From a distance I heard Emily was trying to stop me while Rossi summoned the police officers from the station. This bastard was about to finish his job but a surrogate wasn't enough, now he was after (Y/N). I don't know how with my trembling legs I managed to get in the car and start driving with all the speed I could. I knew even with a fixed-point cop in the building, (Y/N) 's life was in danger. I had to hurry up. I couldn't allow something to happen to her. I had to stop this madness. While I was driving I just kept saying “(Y/N), please my love… don't leave me... don't leave me. I'm on my way, I'm on my way…”

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