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impossible choice- part 1
Spencer Reid’s twin children, Elijah and Eloise Reid, have been kidnapped by someone who is much more than they appear, causing Spencer’s world to fall right in front of him.
She was tied to the chair, her arms bound tightly behind the back of the wood. The sockets at her shoulders ached and she squirmed uncomfortably, trying to find some comfort in any different position, but it proved useless. Her ankles were also bound, her dusty white converse suddenly looking much dirtier against the muddy wooden floor. She guessed she was in a barn, or in an abandoned warehouse. It occurred to her that she could be anywhere- 5 miles from home or across the country. She had no idea how long she had been out after the man knocked her across the back of her head with the butt of his gun.
A groan sounded from behind her and her heart froze. Elijah. He was tied to a chair directly behind her, their backs to each other. He must be just waking up. She listened as he collected his bearings just as she had- twins work in very similar ways, her dad told them when they were younger.
Dad. The breath caught in her throat at the thought of him. After losing their mom, she didn’t know what he would do with them gone.
“Eloise?” Elijah spoke, his voice raspy.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yea. You?” He replied.
She nodded, then realized he couldn’t see her. “Yea.”
They sat in silence for what seemed like hours until a man came into the room. he had some stubble, and purple bags underlined his eyes. His pupils were dilated- he’s on drugs, she concluded. His movements were frenzied and panicked, and it was like he hadn’t noticed the two kidnapped teenagers in the room with him until he cleared his throat.
“W-What’s your names?” He said.
Eloise scoffed in disbelief. Despite the present danger in front of her, she spoke. “You kidnapped two teenagers and don’t even know their names?”
The man’s eyes shot towards her, and almost as if he hadn’t moved he was suddenly in front of her, gripping her throat so tightly she began to see spots. “I don’t take disrespect from a fucking kid.” He said through clenched teeth, spit landing on the tip of her nose. He let go and she gasped, her lungs welcoming the air that flowed into them.
“I’ll ask again, what’s your names?”
“Andrew.”
Eloise coughed, hearing her brother say the fake name. Twins can sometimes read each other’s minds, another thing her father had told her when she was younger.
“Kathryn.” She followed suit. The man fidgeted in place before seeming satisfied with the answers. He started to walk back towards the entrance of the room before stopping and turning around.
“You’re parents, they’re not feds or anything like that, right?”
Eloise froze, and she could feel Elijah’s brain working furiously like hers. The two options both don’t have amazing results- should they say their parents aren’t, that just gives him more reason to keep them. If they say their dad is a part of the Behavior Analysis Unit for the FBI, he could panic and kill them.
“Our dad, he’s in the BAU.” Elijah speaks and Eloise sucks in air through her teeth. The man shoots Elijah a look.
“The BAU?” he asks.
“The Behavioral Analysis Unit, in the FBI.” Elijah answers.
The man’s eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes as if he’s trying to speak, but no sound comes out. Eventually he leaves the room, bumping into a wall on the way out.
Once she’s sure he’s gone, Eloise turns her head as best as she can. “What the hell are you thinking? He’s going to kill us now!” she hisses.
“No, that’s why he asked. He won’t kill us if he knows the feds will get on him. He’s more likely to let us go.” Elijah answers as if it’s the most simple thing in the world.
“But you don’t know that.” Eloise emphasizes and feels a lump in her throat.
“You don’t know that he’ll kill us.” Elijah answers.
“But he could.” she says in barely a whisper. A tear drops onto her jeans, the moisture spreading through the fabric and making a perfect little dot on her leg.
“We’re gonna be okay. Just trust me.” Elijah says softer now. She feels his fingers brush hers, and to the best of their abilities, they somewhat hold each others hands behind their backs.
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Y/n: no one actually thinks me and Spencer are dating.
Emily: Raise your hand if you think Spencer and Y/n are dating
The entire team including Spencer raising their hands.
Y/n: Spencer Walter Reid put your hand down.
#star child speaks#incorrect quotes#incorrect criminal minds quotes#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid criminal minds#dr spencer reid#im mentally unwell#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds x you#bau#criminal minds bau#derek Morgan
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Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats her baby and
Aaron Hotchner X Spencer Reid X Daughter Reader
Request: Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats his baby
Third person pov...
It was always a busy day in the Hotchner household, with Aaron Hotchner balancing his job as a BAU Unit Chief and his duties as a single father to his daughter and son But despite his hectic schedule, he always made sure to spend quality time with his children.
At the moment, Aaron was helping his daughter get dressed as she would be going to work with him today, Jack had school, Aaron had dropped him of earlier.
The two were currently in the little girls room, Aaron kneeling on the floor going throug his daughter clothes before her voice made him turn towards her.
"Daddy, can I wear my princess dress today?" the 5-year-old asked with wide, hopeful eyes, Aaron couldn't resist her adorable request and smiled.
"Of course you can, princess. But let's make sure you wear some comfy shoes too.' He carefully picked out a pair of sparkly flats for her to wear.
Once the 5 year offer as dressed the two headed out the door and to the FBI headquarters.
The young gurl was bursting with excitement as she followed her dad, Aaron Hotchner, to the BAU headquarters. Being five years old, she didn't really understand what her dad did for work, but you knew it was important and cool.
'Morning, Uncle Spencer!' The girl exclaimed as she ran up to the tall, lanky man standing at his desk.
"Good morning, Y/N" Reid smiled down at the girl, He loved spending time with Y/N she was a bright light at the office and always had the most interesting questions.
"Can I help you with anything today?" She asked with wide eyes.
Reid chuckled, 'Of course, you can help me with everything!'
'Y/N, come on, we have to go to my office,' your dad called out.
'Okay, bye Uncle Spencer!' Y/N waved as she followed her dad.
As the H/C girl walked through the office, she noticed her dad's colleague, Derek Morgan, staring at her and her dad with a smirk.
'What's so funny, Morgan?' Hotch asked, noticing his expression.
'Nothing, Hotch. Just admiring how much Y/N looks like her dad,' Morgan teased, winking at the girl.
They all watched in amusement as she turned to the man with a pout, "But I want to look like Uncle Spencer!"
Hotch laughed and ruffled his daughters hair, 'Trust me, Y/N, you're much cuter than Uncle Spencer.'
They both entered the mans office and he sat the girl down in a chair while he went through some paperwork.
'Hey, Y/N, do you want to help me catch some bad guys?' The dad asked, his serious tone making the 5 year old sit up straighter in her chair.
'Really?' Y/N asked with excitement.
'Of course, you're my secret weapon,' the dad grinned before handing his daughter a pen and a clipboard.
While Hotch worked on the computer,
Y/N scribbled on the clipboard, feeling very important. Suddenly, Y/N heard her dad's phone ring and his face fell as he answered it.
'What's wrong, Daddy?' Y/N asked, sensing his sudden shift in mood.
'Nothing, Y/N. Just a case,' Her dad replied with a forced smile.
'Is it dangerous?' The 5 year old asked with concern.
'Probably not, don't worry,' the dad reassured her.
But she could see the worry in his eyes. She knew it was a lie. The little 5 yrar old knew her dad's job was dangerous and didn't like the idea of him getting hurt.
'Uncle Spencer will keep you safe,' She said, still holding onto the belief that Reid was her protector.
Hotches tired face softened at his daughters words and he gave a small smile, 'Yes, he will.'
Y/N apent the rest of the day helping her dad at the office, keeping her mind off the case. But as the team headed out, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little sad that her daddy had to leave.
Before the tewm headed out Spencer walked up to the young child, he looked at her sad face and thought if something to cheer her up.
'Hey, why don't we make a deal?' Reid suggested, giving thr girl a gentle smile and holding her hand.
'What kind of deal?' She girl asked, intrigued her sad expression vanishing.
'You keep an eye on me and make sure I stay safe, and I'll do the same for your dad,' Reid said with a smile.
Y/N odded eagerly, 'Deal!'
Reid grinned and picked the young child up, both laughing he began spinning around many times before placing you back on the ground.
Both dizzy but smiles on their faces.
'Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into,' Reid chuckled as he took the girls hand again, they both made their way out of the office.
Y/Ns dad watched the two with a mix of amusement and jealousy. He knew his daughter adored Reid and he couldn't blame her. Reid was a great friend and role model, and he was glad to have him in his children's life.
But as the two of them walked around the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little left out. He was Y/Ns dad, after all. But he knew that she were in good hands with her Uncle Spencer, and that was all that mattered.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot, woo 2 in one night this is strange, decided to treat you guys to two of these oneshots I know you've missed them, I'm still working on getting through the rest of the requests but I will get through them thank you for your patience.
Sorry for this one being shorter than usual anyway sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Request are open!
Word count : 1016
#criminal minds#fanfic#behavioural analysis unit#x child reader#fluff and comfort#oneshot#light angst#x daughter!reader#father daughter fluff#aaron hotchner x child! reader#aaron hotchner x daughter!reader#aaron hotchner#spencer reid x child!reader#spencer reid#fluff#fluff ending
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Louis, Lestat and Claudia in The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child's Demanding
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#sam reid#jacob anderson#bailey bass#amc iwtv#amc interview with the vampire#amc immortal universe#1x4#1x4 mine#the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a childs demanding#iwtv s1#my gifs#mp#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#claudia#unholy family#loustat
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No Matter What
Request (from anon): hiii if its not too much trouble could you do Reid x daughter reader where she had BPD and she has a anger breakdown??
Spencer Reid x daughter!reader
Summary: Spencer helps his daughter with BPD through an anger breakdown.
A/N: Huge thank you to @huffufflejoy for beta/sensitivity reading and advising me on this work. Your help is greatly appreciated! Now for my usual disclaimer before my pieces that heavily involve any neurodivergent topic: I try my best to potray mental illness in the most accurate yet sensitive way possible. Please let me know if you have concerns or issues with my work. It's important to note that everyone experiences mental illness in different ways and this may not be indicative of the experience of everyone with BPD.
CW: Reader has BPD, anger breakdown, talks of schizophrenia, self-loathing, small amount of physical violence, reader is shorter than Spencer
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Spencer had learned long before you were born that understanding from knowledge and understanding from experiencing were two different things.
No matter how much he had read about schizophrenia, he could never truly understand what his mom was experiencing. No matter how much he'd read about being a dad, it did not prepare him for actually being one. And no matter how many people he talked to, articles he read, or data he went through, he would never truly understand what it was like for you to live with BPD.
At first, his research led him to believe that he might be able to understand some of the experience. After his dad leaving him at such a young age, Elle's resignation, Gideon leaving with nothing but a letter to say goodbye, and Emily's fake death, Spencer always had an underlying concern that the people in his life were going to leave.
But to him it was just that- an underlying concern. Like how he prefered paper over computers, but wasn't paranoid about it like his mother had been during an episode in which she threw the TV out of the house. Or how he might tell someone "My daughter is my whole world", but if he didn't hear from you for a day his whole world didn't seem to fall apart.
Nothing about your experience would ever be comparable to his. All he could do was try to understand.
Spencer had just woken up when he heard the shattering. He got out of bed, trying not to get his limbs tangled in the sheets, but still moving faster than he usually did at 7 AM. When he threw his bedroom door open, he took in the sight before him. His genius brain tryed it's best to calculate what move to make next.
You were standing in the small kitchen, surrounded by pieces of porcelain. White knuckles were threaded through your hair, threatening to pull the strands out by the root. A look of distress was plastered on your face as your chest heaved. Spencer only hoped that he'd gotten here before the anger turned into a blackout.
"(Y/N), Sweetie," Spencer cooed. He walked toward you, careful to avoid the broken bowl. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay!" Your voice was shrill in your exasperatedly irritable state. "I- I dropped the bowl and it broke, and now I can't make cupcakes for Henry, and I broke the bowl- I'm so sorry-"
Spencer tried to change the subject in an effort to calm you. "You were going to hang out with Henry today?"
"No, of course no. Why else would I be trying to make him cupcakes?" You snarled at your dad with degrading sarcasm. "All my other friends hate me and now he probably will now too and- and the bowl!"
It wasn't an unusual thing for you to say. Keeping surface-level friendships alive could be difficult with BPD. People didn't understand where the swing of emotions came from, and how you couldn't control the things you said when the mental bomb went off. They didn't understand why you would share a hobby with them, and then a week later, drop it completely. Even when you explained BPD, used your coping skills, and tried your hardest, it was difficult just to exist in society.
Henry made it easier. The two of you had been friends since you were small children. He took his time to understand you. He could calm your nerves, help you cope, give you reassurance, set healthy boundaries.
Still, your dad was you favorite person; your safe place. Spencer made you feel secure in a way that no one else could. It didn't matter how high you flew or how hard you fell, he was the constant presence in your life that you needed. That's why the underlying fear of losing him could make you spiral.
"It's broken! It's broken and I'm broken!" The sarcasm slipped away behind your anger.
"You're not broken," Spencer cooed.
"Yes I am!" You screamed at him. Tears of fury streamed down your face. The look in your eyes was enough to tell your dad that you were close to a breakdown, and he couldn't help but look nervously at the shards still littered on the ground.
Spencer took a risk, walking forward. He got to you in three carefully calculated strides.
"Come here," he whispered, though you were only inches apart and his arms were almost all the way around you.
"No, no-" you muttered. Your eyes were shut tight, arms pulled to your chest as if they were a shield over your heart.
Spencer wrapped you in a hug against your wishes, only pulling you tigher when your fists came towards his chest. Your muttering and sobbing and squirming continued as he held you as tightly as he could.
"I love you."
"I'm telling the truth."
"I'm not leaving you."
"You're worthy."
"I will always be here."
Spencer didn't know if the words actually helped, but he liked to think they did. As the pendulum of emotion began to fall and you stopped fighting in his arms, the only sound in the kitchen became the mantras he whispered and your heavy breathing.
"I-I'm sorry, dad," your words were barely desipherable between dry sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean- I'm so sorry. Please-"
"It's okay." Spencer kept his voice calm, soothing, reassuring. "It's only a bowl."
"I broke it and I got so-" you choked out the words as if saying them was physically painful.
Spencer had to remind himself that it was. Just like the way a panic attack could make someone's heart race or their palms sweat, the humiliation of being unable to control your emotions made your throat close. He wished it didn't.
"It's all my fault- I'm sorry."
Spencer looked down at your puffy face. Your lip trembled with anxiety. Salt stained cheeks rested in his palms. In the glassy look of your eyes he could see his own reflection, his own expression. It matched exactly how he felt; concern for you that came from pure love. He only wished you'd see that there was nothing in this world that could make him leave you willfully. There was nothing in this world that could take that love.
"I promise it's okay," he kept his voice quiet. "Can we clean it up together?"
You nodded.
"I'll be here so you're safe," he reassured you. But it was also for himself.
You nodded again.
"Okay." He gently let go of your face. "Let's clean up."
Together, the two of you carefully swept up the pieces of procelain. It took no more than two minutes to do, but Spencer couldn't help but spew a few interesting facts. They made you feel better, more relaxed.
"In Japan they use a technique called kintsugi to repair pottery," he explained. "Craftsmen take the broken bits and mend them together with gold."
The both of you rose to your feet, you with a broom and Spencer with the dustpan. "It actually makes the object stronger and more beautiful." He disposed of the broken bowl in the trash.
"Is this your way of telling me that every time I break I get stronger and more beuatiful?" you asked. It wasn't snarky or sarcastic- it was exhausted. "Because I don't feel that way."
Your dad took the broom from you, putting it back in the small storage closet. "Not quite," he said, then turned. "Because a lot of people believe the practice rose from the philosophy of wabi-sabi, which encourages people to look for and appreciate imperfection."
You blinked at him. "I'm confused."
He wrapped you in a hug. "It's my way of telling you that I'm not going anywhere. It doesn't matter to me how strong you are or how beautiful you are- how perfect or imperfect. I'm always going to be here, and I'm always going to love you, no matter what."
#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x daughter!reader#spencer reid x child!reader#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x y/n#criminal minds x teen!reader#criminal minds x daughter!reader#criminal minds x child!reader
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Beach Breeze
Pairing: Spencer Reid × Wife!Reader
Angst
For: Anonymous request
Content Warnings: Loss of child, rainbow baby, miscarriage/stillbirth, spreading ashes, grieving parents
Summary: After your son didn't make it, you take your daughter to your favorite spot on the beach.
Author's note: This was a request from a follower. I don't have any kids, but I am grateful they wanted to reach out to me for this. I hope I was able to honor his memory.
Feedback is always appreciated
Requests are OPEN
The car ride was silent, filled with a sense of melancholy in between Isabelle’s outbursts. She
looked around the car, curious as to why the drive was taking so long.
This was her first road trip,
and she was behaving about as well as one would expect toddler to in a cramped car. Your
husband drove in silence as you calmed her down, tending to her needs.
Finally, the two of you pulled up to the beach, checking you had packed all the bags and towels.
You lifted Isabelle out of her carseat, letting her relax in your arms before trekking over to your
favorite spot on the beach. Spencer followed close behind, carrying a small urn.
You settled down a towel near the shoreline, waving him over and making sure everything was
away from the gentle waves. You applied sunscreen to yourself and Isabelle, making sure the
two of you were properly protected from any harmful UV rays.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence, you both knew it was time. You picked up your daughter,
cradling her as you waded into the water. Spencer followed, carrying the porcelain jar as if it
weighed more than it really did. The three of you stood together, listening to the
water lapping at the sand.
This had always been your favorite place to visit. It was where Spencer proposed, where you
announced your pregnancy, and where you mourned the loss of your son. You sniffled softly as
you watched him hold out the urn.
Isabelle reached her hand out, trying to grab it. He pulled it
out of her reach, rubbing her hand. You calmed her down before she could throw a tantrum,
looking out at the vast ocean in front of you.
“We’re here to say goodbye to your big brother, Isabelle. Can you say ‘Bye, Logan’?”
#criminal minds#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds fanfiction#writers on tumblr#fanfic#spencer reid#reqs open#spencer reid x reader#angst#loss of a child
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spencer reid just asked "what if she doesn't like me" about his literal girlfriend who literally told him she loved him several episodes ago
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Alex's little smile at this omg
#she was trying to not laugh so hard#chill Blake your child is hillarious#criminal minds#spencer reid#alex blake
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Hello
I want to see cowboy reader get captured and hurt by unsub and JJ worried because those two seem to have chemistry
Description: Cowboy reader's father visits, things don't go too well...
Warnings: abuse, abusive parents, abduction, claustrophobia, judgy nurse, hospital visits, child abuse mentions
A/N: I'm panicking that this feels rushed but equally, I started writing this on the 15th of May so it can't be that rushed can it? Lmao (Also I'm so sorry it's taken this long). Posting this before I can doubt myself some more :))
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You and Spencer stood in front of the geographical profile, to be honest, Spencer was doing most of the work, you were watching the wheels in his brain tick. Since meeting the young doctor, you had almost been in awe of his intelligence and the way his brain worked (and you couldn’t help but want to protect him from the world).
This precinct was set out slightly different to the others you had been to, this station’s conference room had no windows, purely lit by shitty lights that were screwed into the ceiling. The only way you were able to read in this room was if you also switched on a bright light that was a lot less warm-toned to actually see.
"(Y/N)?" You snapped out of your train of thought, turning to the voice, it feeling vaguely familiar.
"Yes?" When you turn to him, you instantly know who it is but you force your face to stay neutral.
"You don't remember me." He manages to look somewhat defeated, you'll give him that.
"No, I remember you." You said, folding your arms, "You just don't mean anything to me."
"And why’s that?"
"You're not worth my energy."
He places a hand on his heart, "You wound me, son."
"Shame." You answer, you turn to Spencer, "Can you go get Hotch?"
Spencer looks at the scene hesitantly, not wanting to leave you alone with the man. Especially if he is your father. "It's okay, Spence." You reassured with a tight smile.
"Yeah, it's alright, Spence." Your father says as he takes a step towards Spencer.
When your father takes a step closer to Spencer, before you know it, you have him pinned against the wall. "Don't you even fuckin' dare stand near him." You growl, "I don't care how much you think you've changed, come near him, I'll break you."
Chuckling, despite his head pressed against the wall, your father turns his head to look at Spencer. "I have changed."
"Bull. Shit." You force the words out of your mouth, anger flowing through your blood. "Spencer, go get Hotch." You wanted Hotch here for a multitude of reasons. The main three being:
Make sure you don't nearly kill him
Make sure he doesn't nearly kill you
Make sure Spencer is safe
As soon as he's gone, your father's demeanour shifts and he smirks, "I thought we'd never be alone,"
And with that, he manoeuvers himself and slams your head into the wall, knocking you unconscious.
When Hotch and Spencer ran back into the room, three minutes later, you were nowhere to be seen.
You didn't know how long it had been, just that it must have been ages - at least four days. You had been there for ages, in the dark, a closet to be specific. And everywhere hurt - so, so much. Your father had been in multiple times and it was like you were twelve years old again, stuck at home with a monster with no one to save you. Except you knew that you had people in the outside world that actually cared about you (your team).
Each time your father visited you, dragging you out of the closet and throwing you to the floor, he inflicted a different pain that reminded you of your childhood while he hurled insults in your direction. It had been a while since his last visit - a few hours, perhaps - and, to your dismay, you were beginning to worry whether he would come back.
"This ain't creepy at all," You muttered to yourself, perhaps if you closed your eyes and simply pretended you were at home that would help.
You leant against the back of the closet, trying your best to get comfortable. You closed your eyes, picturing your bed at your Mama's house. Everything was okay. "You- You're fine," You mumbled to yourself, clutching your arm tight to your chest, trying to stabilise your shoulder. It had been dislocated on your first day here (wherever here was).
Everything ached heavily, throbbing in beat with your heart. Between the cuts, scratches, and burns, you felt like you couldn't take a full breath. It was dark and you couldn't see. You didn't know who was there, if anyone was really there. God you hated the dark. And it was cold, so very, very cold, you knew there was no way that you had lost enough blood to make it so. You knew that the only way in which it was so cold was that bastard had made sure there was no way heat could get into the room (assuming there wasn't a thermostat).
The beat of your heart filled your ears, mixed with the roaring that was occupying your ear drums. All with such force and such volume that you don't hear the gunshot in the background.
"Everythin's fine, you're gonna get out of this. Team'll find you. It's fine. It's fine-" Your feeble attempt at self-reassurance died in the back of your throat when you heard the familiar unlocking of the closet doors. You curled into yourself further, not looking up when the doors creaked open.
"(Y/N)?" JJ approaches you slowly, and you stare at her, trying to figure out if you've finally gone crazy or if she's really here. God, you hoped it was the latter. You couldn’t help but notice that the air around her seemed slightly brighter.
"JJ?" You wince, not only from the pain it caused in your throat and chest to speak, but by how utterly defeated you sounded.
"I'm here," She answers, "We're all here." With that, there was a small click and light flooded into your room. You winced, quickly ducking your head down and squeezing your eyes shut. When your eyes had adjusted, you opened them, forcing yourself to stand.
The team's eyes widened at the sight of you, covered in blood and dirt, stripped of your shirt and socks. When you finally looked up, you curled into yourself slightly, trying to ignore the damage.
You took a breath, "What about-?"
"He's dead." She answers and your shoulders deflate. They did come for you. He was wrong. Of course they would come for you.
"Who- Who shot him?" You asked hesitantly.
"I did," Morgan replied, frowning slightly. No matter what the man had done, he was still technically your biological father. You stumbled over to him, wincing and limping as you did so.
"Thank you," You mumbled, collapsing into a hug when you finally reached him.
”How about we get you sit down?” Morgan asks gently as Prentiss places a seat next to you. Despite you protesting that you were fine, Morgan helps ease you into the chair while Hotch calls the paramedics to check how far out they were.
When the paramedics arrived, they were quick to transfer you onto a gurney and then into the ambulance - the team keeping close.
“Do you want us to call your emergency contact?” The paramedic asked and you shook your head.
“No, no thank you,” You mumbled, giving her a small smile.
“Are you sure-?”
You nodded, “She, er, she’s already here,” You don’t notice Morgan shoot JJ a knowing smile - who responds with an eye roll and shaking her head.
“Okay, just so we know, who is it?”
“Oh, er, JJ,” You said, nodding to her, “The blonde haired lady,”
The paramedic takes a note of this, jotting it down on your form. “Thank you,”
When you get to the hospital, you’re settled into a rather uncomfortable hospital bed (but you know better than to complain). They start by giving you pain killers and treating your major wounds - the burns along your side and chest, a variety of deepish cuts along your arms and torso, and finally checking your ribs and collarbone for fractures. You had tried telling them you were fine, but they weren’t having it - especially when they poked it and you cried out in pain.
"We need to take you upstairs," The nurse said, "We need to do an x-ray."
"Upstairs?"
"Yes, the x-ray department is on the fourth floor," The nurse said and you drew in a deep breath. "We need to transfer you into a wheelchair."
Eventually, you were out of your room, trying desperately not to think about the elevator. Being trapped in a small metal box.
"No, I- I'll take the stairs." You mumble, shaking your head as you approach the lift. Not now. You can do this right now. You begin to stand when a hand is placed on your shoulder, instantly making you feel relaxed. You know its her without even having to look.
"You know you can't take the stairs right now," She responds quietly.
"JJ, I'm fine." You answer, grinding your jaw. You did not want to go in that lift under any circumstances.
"It's the only way to get there."
"Then I won't go,"
"You need to get an x-ray,"
"Don't need to."
"What would help you feel safer?" Her voice is soft, calming.
"You." Your answer is instant, that's not the embarrassing part though. The embarrassing part would be asking to hold her hand. The embarrassing part would be asking if Hotch or Morgan could also come with. You knew that they wouldn't let anything happen to either you or JJ - and they were physically healthy and therefore actually able to protect both you and her (normally you wouldn't have a problem with protecting the pair of you if needed, but you were currently slightly incapacitated).
"What's the other thing?" Damn, she can read you like a book.
You swallow, frowning slightly as you flush red and look down at your hands, watching them tremble for a moment, "H-Hotch or Morgan?"
JJ nods in understanding, gently rubbing her hand along your arm. "Does it matter which one?" When you shake your head, she turns to the nurse, "Can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan please?"
"For an elevator?" You frown, staring at your hands more intently as your face grows hot, watching as they continue to shake from adrenaline at the idea of being in a lift right now.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying, he's a grown man, he can ride an elevator-"
You can sense the anger radiating off the blonde so you shake your head, "JJ it's fine..." You mumbled, "Let's just go n get it over with."
"No. You'd feel more comfortable with Hotch or Morgan here, so we're going to make sure that one of them are here." She says strongly, not breaking eye contact with the nurse. "So, can you get Agent Hotchner or Agent Morgan. And another nurse."
The nurse stares blankly at her for a moment before nodding and walking off. "Are you alright?" JJ asks softly and you give a small nod, hands continuing to shake. Seeing this she slowly reached down, lightly taking your left hand in her right.
"I-I'm sorry," You mutter before your tone turns bitter. "I shouldn't be feelin' like this. It's just an elevator."
"(Y/N)," You look up at her, "You've been through something most people can't even imagine. You're okay to feel shaken by that."
"M an adult." You said, trying to ignore your eyes began to feel the familiar sting of tears. "I shouldn't be-"
"I'm scared of dogs." JJ said. "I- Spencer was taken by an unsub years ago and his dogs attacked me and now, I'm afraid of dogs. Is that unreasonable? I'm an adult."
"That's different."
"Why? Because I'm a woman?"
"Wha-? No. Because you went through a traumatic experience."
"And this wasn't traumatic?"
"No! This was my childhood! I got over it! I should be fine with this! I shouldn't be here shakin' like a leaf over somethin' I must have gone through a hundred times!" You exclaim, "I should be able to get in an elevator without vibratin' so hard I’m creatin' my very own massage chair!"
"You're allowed to feel this way," JJ says gently as she crouches in front of you. "It's okay to acknowledge things that scare you. And doing this? Getting in an elevator shows how strong you are. Even if it's with two friends."
"Is everything okay?" JJ looks up at Hotch, who let's his gaze settle on your form - he can't see much, but he watches as you lift a trembling hand to your face, presumably to massage your temples. JJ says nothing, unsure of how much you want her to say, so you take the lead.
"I don't wanna go in." You mutter. "I wanna take the stairs."
Hotch had never heard you sound so small. "I get that," Ensuring that his voice is calming, he continues, "But we both know you can't make it up all those stairs right now."
"Its- I feel like 'm trapped and 'm not even inside yet."
"We'll be here the whole time," Hotch adds and you nod.
"Is the other nurse here?"
"Yep," Another voice chimes, "I'm Nurse Maddison."
"Hi," You whisper. "I-I'm not normally like this," You mumble, this was slightly mortifying to say the least.
"That's alright," She replies, "We've all got our fears. I find it difficult to go on public transport - I'm scared of a lack of control."
"I-I'm scared if I get in the lift, I won't be able to get out." You admit. "I'm scared the lights will flicker, n I'll wake up, n I'll still be there. Or worse, the lights will go out n he'll be here."
"Who?" Nurse Maddeline furrows her eyebrows when you don't answer.
"I just really don't want this to be a dream," You whisper.
JJ squeezes your hand lightly, "I promise you, this is real."
"We're here, (Y/N). You're safe. You're with us."
You sat, taking deep breaths outside the elevator for a minute or so. Just catching your breath.
"Are you ready to get in?" She asks. Despite the question, her voice is full of understanding. "We don't have to push any buttons yet, and I can stand in the way of the doors until you're ready."
"Can- Can we do that one? With you in the doors?"
"Of course!" Nurse Maddison gives a small smile before pressing the call button for the elevator.
When she wheels you into the elevator, you forget how to breathe. Shaking your head quickly, you find Hotch and JJ (which is easy as Nurse Maddison placed the wheelchair so that you could see both of your colleagues), "I was wrong, I can't do this-"
"(Y/N), look at me," JJ speaks this time, "You're okay, it's okay."
You shake your head, "No, no, I can't-"
"I need you to calm down for me, okay?" Nurse Maddison says.
"No! No, I can't- I can't do this!" You bow your head, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.
"(Y/N)." Hotch's voice is stern and makes you look up, "You can do this. I know you think you can't, but you can."
"Do you trust us?" JJ asks and you nod. Because you do. You trust the pair of them with your life. "Then close your eyes." You look at her for a moment before doing as she says, letting your eyes flutter shut. There's a warmth that floods through your body as she takes your hand again and you grip it lightly.
When the doors close, your grip on JJ's hand tightens and your eyes shoot open. "It's alright," Hotch is quick to reassure as JJ rubs soothing circles on your hand. "It won't be long before we reach the floor we need."
"No, no, Hotch, I need out-" You shake your head, desperately trying to get your breathing under control. "Hotch I need out, I can't breathe-"
"(Y/N), look at me." JJ's voice drew your eyes away from Hotch. "You're okay."
"No-"
"Yes you are, you're okay." She says softly, gently squeezing your hand in hers, "We're nearly there."
You pushed the palm of your hand into your eye, trying to force the tears back. "Not a coward." You muttered bitterly to yourself, not caring if the others could hear. You needed to get yourself through this ride without having a panic attack (and it was close). "Not a coward. Not a coward." You mumble the phrase, over and over. Intent on repeating it until you believe it. Of course, before that could happen, there was the familiar ping of an elevator door and your head shot up as they opened.
"Can we get out now?" You asked, looking up, "Please?"
Both Hotch and JJ give you a reassuring smile as Nurse Madeline gently pushes the wheelchair out of the elevator.
JJ leans forward, so only you can hear her as she whispers, “See, I told you you could do it,”
The x-ray went relatively smoothly, except for finding out you had three broken ribs and had broken your clavicle. You were also a lot calmer on the way down (still with both Hotch and JJ), feeling relatively calm (in comparison) when they wheeled you back into your room.
The team immediately greeted you with smiles as you entered your room, Garcia standing up from your bed (where she may or may not have laid down on it).
“So, what’s the verdict, cowboy?” Morgan asked.
“Um, three broken ribs and clavicle.”
“Clavicle?” Garcia asked.
“Collarbone,” Spencer added.
“Does that mean no baking for a little while?” Both you and Garcia asked, turning to Hotch (who had to fight off a smile).
“Probably.”
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Derek and Spencer were surprised that they were doing Intel gathering only a town off from spencers but didn't think to much of it as they walked into a small diner with a few customers scattered around and an older woman refilling sugar containers behind the counter "excuse me" Derek said smoothly as the woman looked up with a bored expression, analyzing both men as they held up their badges "you have a moment?"
The men asked her some questions, the woman answering to the best of her abilities before pausing and looked at Spencer almost confused before speaking "you look familiar" she said as if trying to remember something "whats your name?"
"Spencer Reid" Spencer said awkwardly, he had never been to this diner so he was a tad bit confused, maybe she saw him on tv from a case or something.
It was almost like a lightbulb flashed over her head "you're that kids dad!" She said almost proud of her realization and Spencer looked confused as he spoke "I'm sorry what?"
"Yeah that one kid whose always hanging here, orders off the breakfast menu and god he puts an insane amount of whipped cream on things"
Yup.
That was his kid alright.
"He's always hanging with with this kid whose dad's real bad news, if you want answers you may wanna talk to them but be warned rumor has it they got into a real nasty fight with some asshole with a knife"
And like that, Spencer was out of that diner dragging Morgan with him "ohoo, that kid is in shiiit!" Morgan said as Spencer began calling his kid frantically.
(Name) hissed as he looked over himself, his friend doing the same as they hid in an alleyway "I can't believe you took him down" he said as he held his hoodie to his nose "for a pacifist, you sure know how to throw a punch"
(Name) checked his phone and visibly paled at the missed calls and texts "oh fuck..."
Spencer and Derek walked to the alleyway after Penelope pinpointed the teens exact location (Spencer was thankful he put a tracker in his kids phone, his job made him justifiably paranoid) to see his kid bloodied and bruised and the other with what looked to be a black eye and broken nose.
"(Name)?!" Spencer said panicked rushing to his kid "jesus Christ, what happened?!" Morgans cop voice slipped out as the teens jolted slightly "I'm calling an ambulance then you boys are gonna answer some questions"
After the ambulance came and the boys were cleaned up, Spencer and Derek took them off to the BAU for questioning.
(Name) looked at his Aunt AJ, the blonde looking at the teen pointedly "you're lucky your dad felt he was to close to ask questions"
"Now spill"
(Name) explained the situation that happened and how the two teens like going to that specific diner because the lady there adds chocolate chips to their pancakes for them and how when they left this guy tried cornering them when (name) and his friend were walking to his friends home as (friends name)s dad--who was trying to be better for his son (name) added-- would drive (name) home.
"I kind of just panicked and did what you guys taught me" (name) said softly and Penelope confirmed his story from the camera footage she had gotten, the boys were genuinely just hanging out when attacked "do you remember what he looked like?"
"Yeah, he looked like..."
When the boys were freed from their individual questioning, Spencer was waiting for the kids "hi dad..."
Spencer checked into he teen before glancing at the other kid "your dad is here to pick you up, him and I spoke so you're not in trouble"
(Name) hissed as the stitches from a cut he got in his arm stretched "now let's get you home, you look like hell" Spencer joked as the boys said their goodbyes and to see each other at school.
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impossible choice- part 3
Spencer stared at the computer screen, Penelope sitting beside him, watching anxiously. The house across the street from them had informed them that they had security cameras around their garage, and the bus stop was just visible. They had just sent it in, and now Spencer, Hotch, Penelope, Emily, and Derek watched closely at the footage.
It started normal, and within a minute Spencer saw his kids approach the bus stop. Eloise was hunched over her phone, per usual, which Elijah seemed to notice because he bumped her in the shoulder. She looked up and bumped him back, her face discernible but Spencer knew it probably showed mock annoyance. He felt himself smile despite the situation.
Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of them, a red pick up truck. Hotch put his finger on the monitor, pointing at the back of the truck. “Garcia, will you be able to enhance this to see the license plate?”
“I should be able to, it’s already pretty visible on it’s own.” She said and the silence resumed.
A man stepped out of the truck, and Spencer’s kids didn’t pay any mind to him until he approach them. He had his hands in his pockets at first, but Spencer watched in horror as he removed one of his hands, keeping it low. Even though he couldn’t see it, he knew it was a gun by the way Eloise’s and Elijah’s body language changed. He watched as Elijah nodded and Eloise seemed frozen as the man took both of their phones and threw them to the ground, smashing them.
With that, he guided the children into his truck, and within moments his children were gone.
It was quiet in the room as everyone processed what they had just watched. Spencer hadn’t even realized his hands had curled into shaking fists, and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He wasn’t sad anymore that his children had been taken- he was angry.
He was angry that it had been so easy. He was angry with himself that he hadn’t taught them what to do in that situation- he’s an FBI agent for fucks sake and he hadn’t even thought to tell them what to do when someone points a gun at them. He was angry that this guy had enough nerve to take two innocent teenagers off of the street in broad daylight.
Spencer turns and storms out of the room. He doesn’t know where he’s walking, his legs just carry him, much like they did the night he got that call from the twins’ mother. He enters an empty conference room, where a stack of papers sit on the table in the middle. In a moment of immaturity and rage, he swipes the papers off of the table, sending them fluttering to the ground. It’s like the papers he was reading had flown to the ground when he had stood so abruptly, finding out he was a father.
Everywhere he goes, he is reminded of them.
“Spence?”
He turns to see JJ standing in the doorway. She glances at the papers littering the ground, and returns her eyes to the broken man standing in the middle of them.
“I’-I’m sorry, I’ll pick them all-”
In one swift motion, JJ crosses the room and puts her arms around him. His anger dissipates, and he lowers his face into her shoulder, sobbing. She says nothing- she doesn’t need to. She rubs his back soothingly, in a way only a mother could.
“I just want them back.” he whispers.
“I know, I know Spence. We’ll get them back, I promise.” She says.
.....
“Let’s shoot him.”
Eloise looks up. She hasn’t sure how long it’s been- it couldn’t have been longer than 25 minutes, she knows, but the minutes seem like hours to her. She and Eli haven’t spoken since the man left.
“What?”
“When he comes back, we’ll tell him we’ve decided.” Eli begins. “I’ll say we decided that I’ll sh-” he stutters over his words, incredibly uncomfortable with saying what he was going to say. “I’ll say we chose you. He’ll load the gun, hand it to me, and I’ll turn and shoot him.”
“But what if he has a gun?” Eloise asks.
“He’ll be shot, so it’s very unlikely he’ll get an accurate shot off at us.” Eli explains. Eloise considers this- it’s there best chance at survival, she knows this. Getting the man injured is their only way of possible escape.
“Okay, we’ll do it.” she agrees.
And now they wait.
.....
“Guys!”
Penelope’s yell from her room alerts the team, who rush to her.
“Okay, so I tracked the license plate back to a man named Michael Walker. Now, Michael was just released from a local mental facility last week, and he was admitted for Dissociative Identity Disorder after ‘concerning his family with homicidal threats,’“ She begins. The team listens.
“He has one address here at 161 Baxton Road, and when I looked up the address, it comes up as a farm.” She says.
“Thats where he is.” Hotch says.
In a flash, the team is moving. Spencer leads the way down to the cars in the garage, him hopping into the passenger seat with Derek.
For a minute while they drive, there is silence- neither of them bothers to turn on the radio.
“Listen Pretty Boy, we’re gonna get them.” Derek finally speaks.
“But what if we don’t, Derek?” Spencer asks, not using his last name. “What if he’s already...”
“You can’t think like that, Reid. We’re still in the 48 hour window, barely into it even.” Derek replies firmly, not letting Spencer get any other argument against it.
Spencer watches the trees pass by the car, seemingly in slow motion.
“Eloise knocked one of Eli’s teeth out once.” He says suddenly.
“What?”
Spencer smiles, thinking of the memory. “They were 7, and I was working on something in the living room. The next thing I knew, I heard a thump and a scream and Eloise calling me. I rushed in there to find Eli sitting on the floor, and there was blood everywhere!” He laughs slightly, a breathy, exhausted laugh. Derek smiles, glad to see his friend lost in the happy memory.
“Apparently they were playing ‘Store’ or something, and Eli wasn’t following Lou’s instructions, so she punched him. Square in the jaw. She knocked out his front tooth, which he had been trying to pull out on his own for weeks. He was upset at first, and obviously I was upset with Lou, but after a while he kept coming to me saying ‘Daddy, it’s fine. The tooth fairy is gonna come!’”
Derek laughs, causing Spencer to laugh too.
“They really are something kid.” Derek says.
“I love them more than the world.” Spencer admits, though this was a given truth everyone on the team knew.
......
The door slammed open, the back hitting against the wall. Eloise and Elijah both jumped as the man entered. This time, he seemed more disgruntled, and his face bore no expression. He moved toward them and put himself between the two.
“Have you decided?” He asked in a gruff voice that seemed octaves lower than before.
“We have.” Eli said, his tone grave. Eloise liked to believe it was a facade, but something about his voice was real and raw, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“And?” the man asked.
Eli glanced down. “I’ll shoot her.”
The three words made Eloise’s blood run cold, even though she knew it was a setup. Hearing her brother say he was about to shoot her was never something she thought she would have to hear.
“Perfect.” The man said, satisfied. He picked up the gun from the ground and loaded a single bullet into the chamber. Eloise waited for him to hand it to Eli, but instead he stood behind Eli with the gun.
“Put your hands on the gun.” he instructed. Eli sent Eloise a panicked look. They hadn’t planned for this.
It seemed so obvious. Obviously he would stand in a place where he couldn’t be shot. Of course he would direct the gun.
Eloise was about to die.
Her breathing quickened. “W-wait, Elijah!” she choked out.
He shakily put his hands on the gun, mimicking the man’s hands. “Wait, can we- can we just take a minute and really talk-”
“NO! You had an hour to talk!” The man barked, making Elijah jump. The twins were silent, and a look of comprehension passed over the man’s features.
“Oh....Oh! You were going to...Oh my god!”
He was laughing.
This psychotic man, who was helping a teen boy point a gun at his twin sister, was hysterically laughing. Eloise felt like she should feel anger, but she shook like a leaf out of fear. She knew her face was pale, and tears were streaming down her face. Elijah wasn’t much better, tears streaking his cheeks.
“You two really are stupid, you know.” The man recovered from his laugh.
“What’s your name?” Eloise blurted out. She hadn’t thought to ask before, but now that she had said it in a moment of panic, it seemed like an obvious question.
The man cocked his head at her. “Why do you want to know?” he asked, genuinely curious. “You’ll be dead in a few minutes anyway.”
Eloise swallowed, ignoring what he had said after the question. “You know our names, it only seems fair.”
“Fair?”
“Aren’t we playing a game? Like Saw?” Eloise asked. She knew she was stalling for time- why, she didn’t know, she was only prolonging her death.
The man smiled, a creepy, childish smile. “I guess we are, aren’t we?”
Eloise racked her brain for ways to continue to conversation. “Have you seen the movies?”
The man’s smile faded. “No, I don’t like horror movies.”
Eloise laughed. She genuinely laughed, doubling over in her seat. She didn’t know if it was hysterics, or her completely just losing her mind. But something about her kidnapper saying he didn’t like horror movies was just so surreal to her that she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Stop! Stop it!” The man suddenly yelled, and Eloise stopped. The man had backed away from Elijah, bringing the gun with him. His hands were over his ears, and he cowered away from them, hiding his face. His shoulders slightly shook.
“Are you- are you crying?”
The man’s whole demeanor shifted. Instead of the gruff, cold man that had walked into the room, he now resembled the body language of a young boy who had just been reprimanded.
“Stop laughing at me! I’m in charge!” He yelled louder, lowering his hands from his ears. Angry, hot tears ran down his face, and his sadness was replaced with anger. He quickly walked back over to Elijah and clumsily positioned his hands how they were. Eloise’s eyes widened and Elijah started trying to squirm out of his hands.
“Wait, wait! I’m sorry I laughed!” Eloise said desperately, but the man shook his head, ignoring her.
“Shoot her!” he yelled in Elijah’s ear.
“No.”
It was barely a whisper, but it echoed loudly in the room.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” The man said through gritted teeth.
“She’s going to shoot me instead.”
“No! Elijah, no!” Eloise said urgently. The man looked up at her, and back to Elijah. He set his lips, and started to walk over to Eloise.
“Elijah, stop! NO, I’m not shooting him! I won’t do it! You’ll have to kill me!” She screamed like a wild animal, thrashing in her restraints. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor, making an earsplitting screech, but it was barely background noise in Eloise’s head.
The thought of her being shot was something that scared her. The thought of shooting her own brother was worse.
The man stood behind her and positioned her hands despite her thrashing. Her finger grazed the trigger, and she screamed even louder.
“Stop screaming, or I’ll make it worse.” The man said in her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
“There is no way this can get worse!” She hissed back.
The man didn’t say anything back, instead increasing his pressure on Eloise. His chest pressed painfully against her back and his hands squeezed hers so hard the gun seemed to mold to her palms.
“Shoot him.” he says intensely, and Eloise shakes her head.
“SHOOT HIM!” He screams, and Eloise lets out a whimper, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at Elijah.
He’s oddly calm. He manages a weak smile at her. “Lou, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
“No, no Eli. I can’t do it, I can’t, I can’t-” Eloise is a mess now, blubbering over her words not fully comprehending anything she’s saying.
“Lou, I want you to listen to me.” Elijah says. “Tell Dad I- I love him. Tell the team I love them.”
“No, NO ELIJAH!” Eloise screamed, her throat raw. Her shoulders shook with sobs.
“Lou, I love you, and I’m begging you please, pull the trigger.” Eli says.
It’s okay he mouths.
Eloise has always had her brother in her life. From the first day of kindergarten, to their mother’s funeral, and the time she was being bullied by Gianna Nagoroski in the cafeteria and he had come up to her and “accidentally” bumped into her, effectively spilling his chocolate milk all over her white dress. Elijah was there when she got her period for the first time, and she was too scared to tell Dad, so he went to the gas station right by their house and bought her all of the neccessties she would need. Elijah was there on the nights when their Dad was out on a case and Eloise couldn’t sleep, the fear of the unknown about her Dad keeping her awake. Elijah was her slightly older brother, something he constantly reminded her of.
She couldn’t do life without him.
“Come ON! JUST DO IT!” The man snapped her out of her head, and she jumped.
It was a fear reflex, something that would have happened to anyone. Her body was already shaking and unstable, and the mans voice barking in her ear was the catalyst.
Her finger twitched.
Just slightly.
But it was enough.
She wasn’t prepared for the kickback, not even knowing her finger had twitched. Her shoulders hitched back into the man’s gut, but he barely moved, having been prepared for it. A loud bang ricochetted off of the walls.
Her brother slumped forward, crimson blood dripping down the leg of the chair. Everything was silent other than the echoes of the gunshot.
Elijah didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound.
Eloise didn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
Eloise Reid had just shot her twin brother, Elijah Reid.
Shot her twin brother.
Shot.
Twin brother.
Elijah Reid.
“FBI!”
The voice of Derek Morgan outside of the door didn’t even phase her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t tear her eyes away from her dead brother. The brother she had just killed. She hadn’t realized that the man had backed away from her, the gun left in her hands, useless now without any bullets. Her head spun, and the world became fuzzy.
The door was kicked down. The man put his hands up in surrender, letting Derek handcuff him. JJ followed him, her gun raised. Eloise watched as she rushed to her brother.
“I need EMTs in the building immedietaly!” She said into her ear piece, but Eloise didn’t hear her.
Hotch came into the room, his gun also raised. He took in the scene around him. He was the first to notice that it was Eloise, not the man, who was holding the gun.
It fell from her hand, clattering to the floor. His attention turned to the door.
“Let me in, Hotch! They’re my kids!”
It was her Dad.
“Trust me, Reid. You don’t want to go in.” he said. He was a father himself- he knew he couldn’t stop him from going in, but he also knew he wouldn’t have wanted to see what Spencer was about to see.
Spencer pushed his way past him. He saw Elijah first, bleeding out onto the floor. He yelled his name, running to him. JJ was kneeling beside him, trying to talk to him and get him to say anything. She looked up at Spencer, and then looked over to Eloise.
“Spence...”
He looked over to her. He was in front of her in a flash, holding her.
“I’m here now, Lou. I’m so sorry, I’m so- Eli’s gonna be okay, you’re safe now.” He soothed her, but she didn’t react. She continued to stare at her brother, who had not responded at all to JJ.
“No.”
She said it so quietly, Spencer hadn’t heard it at first, and he slowly pulled away from her.
“No?”
“Dad...” she began. Just saying it pulled her out of her shock, and her chest began heaving.
“Dad, I shot him.”
“What?” Spencer asked, confused. Michael had surrendered immedietaly, and as far as he knew, he was uninjured.
“I shot Elijah, Dad. I killed him.”
The words didn’t compute at first as he pulled his arms away from her.
His daughter had shot his son. His daughter had killed his son.
It finally clicked and he recoiled like he had touched something hot.
“You, you what?”
It wasn’t an angry question. He sounded broken, betrayed. It broke Eloise to her core.
Without another word, he walked out of the room.
“Dad, Dad wait! Dad!” Eloise called after him, but he didn’t respond. He walked out of the room, leaving his children behind, one bleeding out, and one crying so hard she could barely breathe.
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Spencer Reid who always loses chess to you. At first the team really does think he's letting you win, until they notice him getting a little frustrated because he can never win. You're not even particularly good at chess, Spencer just somehow always loses. It makes no sense to him or the rest of the team. He does find it rather endearing though, the fact that you're the only person who can actually keep up with him in any aspect.
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can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3
sorry it’s so long! love your works!
Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter reader
Request: can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3
I do love young Hotch daughter who is completely opposite to her dad. Around season 1, Hailey is alive and just had Jack.
Third person pov...
Hailey smiles as her Husband runs around after their hyperactive 2 year old, little Y/N Hotchner was a ball of sunshine and energy.
The 2 year old was excited she had a baby brother and loved to play with him, though she loved playing with her Daddy even more.
Currently the little ball of energy was running around the house away from her Dad who was attempting to put her in her clothes, she was going to work with him for the day.
The little girl was only half dressed as she ran before the man could put her trousers on, giggling she shouts "no daddy!" As the man almost grabs her, a smile on his face.
Still chasing the girl, surprised at how quick she was for a tot, though he wasn't running more like in slow motion, wanting the chase to last a little longer, it wasn't every day he got to do this with his daughter (besides he had time before work started)
From the living room, Hailey watches her Husband and daughter with a smile on her face as she held her sleeping baby, Jack was sound asleep as if nothing was happening.
As they make another loop around the house Aaron stops and hops into the doorway of the living room, back pressed against the wall, Hailey watches her husband as he made a shush motion.
"Daddy?" Calls Y/N as the tot ran past the room, a confused look on her face and she looked for her dad. Poking her head around the door she looked at her Mum. "Where daddy?" She asks a pout on her lips.
Hailey fails to hide her smile as her daughter was grabbed and thrown upside down, giggling madly Y/N yelled to be let down. "Daddy! Let go" giggling even more when her tummy was tickled.
"Never, now its time for naughty girls to be dressed" he tells his daughter smiling wickedly as he continues to tickle his daughter, the H/C girl only wiggled in his grasp.
"No no daddy, wanna wear princess dress" yells the tot, Aaron stops his attack and looks at his wife. Hailey only shrugs her shoudlers.
Ever since her birthday Y/N loved one gift in particular, it was a beautiful poofy princess dress her parents got specially made for her.
She loved wearing it every time they went out and was always careful to keep it clean. Hotch sighs of course she would want to wear it to his work.
Looking down at the sad puppy look hisbwas getting he gave in. Hanging his head he stood up Y/N in his arms.
"Okay, Princess dress it is" he declared, dramatically, while bouncing the little girl in his arms before walking upstairs with a happy Y/N "yayy" cheers the young girl.
Finally ready to go Hotch grabbed his brief case, his lunch and Y/N lunch. As he headed for the door he called for Y/N the little girl eagerly bouncing over to him as he helped her put on her light up shoes.
"Ready princess" he asks her, Y/N gives him a huge gumming smile. "Yes Sir Daddy!" She saluted him before hugging her Mum and baby brother before leaving. "Good luck" Hailey whispers as she kisses Aaron.
When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Hotch pulls his daughter aside. "Now N/N, I know your excited, but I need you to stay close to me today okay? The office is busy and I don't want you to get lost" he explains to the girl.
Y/N smiles and hugs his neck giggling. "Yes Daddy! I be good" she smiles, Hotch pats her head a smile on his lips. "Thank you N/N" the two Hotchners then walk into the busy building.
And what a pair they made, Hotch in his usual suit and red tie combo, his stoic expresson on his face. Y/N in her pink poffy dress with light up shoes waving and smiling at all the agents she sees.
Once they get to the bullpen, Y/N is introduced to the team who are all excited to meet the young girl. Soon Hotch is busy in his office mountains of paperwork to go through.
On the floor lays Y/N, the young girl had grown bored it staying in the office. She had drawn lots of pictures, played with her toys. Now she wanted to explore.
Getting up from the floor she walks over to the door and opens it quietly, giggling silently she squeezes through the gap and is now free from the room.
Giggling she runs around the bullpen looking at all the desk and the members of her daddy's team, one person stand out to her, that's person being Spencer Reid who had jsut recently joined the BAU.
Walking up to thr agent she grabs onto his pant leg and shakes his gaining the surprised Dr's attention, looking doen and the girl dressed in pink spencer gives her an awkward smile.
"Hi..?" He says Y/N grins up at him. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she tells him proudly. Spencer is taken aback how smiley Hotches daughter is.
"I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Y/N" he says, before Y/N holds her arms up to him, Spencer was confused before realising she wanted to be picked up.
Nervously looking over to his bosses office he picks the girl up and sets her down on his lap, Y/Ns smiles brightens as she was held by the young man.
The brown haired man was surprised again when the ball on energy on his lap twisted around so she could koala hug him, pressing tightly to him Spencer hugged her back.
" your nice" came a muffled voice pressed to his chest, Spencer let out a surprised laugh at that making Y/N erupted into giggles all over again.
After hugging spencer the H/C tot began moving around as he tried to work, afgwr wriggling a bit she finally settled behind him, half sitting on top of his chair and half holding onto his back.
Y/N happily played with the agents hair as Spencer worked, he was slowly getting used to the girl spending time with him.
As this happened a very worried Dad was panicking in his office trying to find his daughter, after going through everything in his office Hotch threw open his door and stepped down the ramp into the bullpen.
Morgan stood from his desk as he saw the worried expression on the man's face. "Woah woah, what's happened Hotch?" He asks the worried man.
Shoulders shaking Aaron explained he couldn't find his daughter anywhere, instead of helping Derek just laughed and pointed.
Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.
He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"
Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait! Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Requests are open!
Word Count : 1375
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"And she'll be what? A lap dog?"
"No, not - not a dog."
"A daughter."
Louis and Lestat in The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child's Demanding
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Crave and Courage
Request from anon: If its no pressure ofcc could you do Reid x Daughter!reader who has been struggling with addition (i imagine drvgs but anything works ig) and she is trying to get clean but shes been having a hard day and he finds her in the kitchen at like 2am crying with a bottle of … in front of her??
Spencer Reid x daughter!reader
Summary: Spencer comes home from a case to find you torn between crave and courage.
A/N: Hopefully this is what you were thinking!
CW: reader is addicted to pain medication, talks about addiction, craving, reader has a breakdown
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Your story sounded like one that had been heard a million times before: someone goes in for a relatively simple surgery, you go home with a bottle of prescription pain medication, and the feeling you got from the pills was too hard to resist.
The reason your story was different was because you had Spencer Reid for a father. He was a profiler, but he’d struggled with addiction as well. It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together and help you get back on your feet… sort of.
Nothing was truly that simple.
You still struggled with craving relief from the pressures of life, even if that relief was temporary. You were three months clean, but it was still hard. Spencer had explained that it was hard. He’d rattled off facts and statistics and plans to you. But all of that was easier said than done.
Your dad had been out of town for a week now to work a case across the country. It was harder to stay clean while he wasn’t around, but you’d done it. It didn’t feel good, but you were proud of yourself none-the-less. You knew the pride would soon override the want for just one little-
No. You’d almost made it to four months now. You weren’t going to let that fall through now. Hopefully your dad would be home soon. It would be easier once he was home.
But the day was slowly getting worse. Little inconveniences annoyed you in the morning and the problems grew throughout the day. Some kid pushed you over during gym class, a bad grade on an assignment, something in your lunchbox exploded making everything inedible, a pop quiz you were sure you failed, being late to your class after being locked out of your locker, getting after school detention because you were late to class, getting hit with spitballs throughout detention, being late to the metro stop, having to walk the long way home around construction, finding out through social media that your friends had all gone to see your favorite movie without you, finding out through social media that they had also gone to your favorite restaurant without you, teachers sending emails to ask why you’d been a star student before and now you were close to failing, being unable to concentrate on your homework because of all the noise clouding your head.
That’s how you ended up on the kitchen floor, your hands threaded through your hair on the verge of pulling it out. The bottle was on the tile. The pills inside weren’t your normal craving- they were leftover from when your dad got shot in the knee years ago. They were expired for sure, but when you’d gone through the cabinet in a frenzied search for anything to help you escape, that’s all there was that would fit the bill.
But as soon as you’d read your dad’s name you’d crumbled to the floor- torn between having to confess that you’d given into the craving and the need to feel nothing for just a little while. The sound of pills against plastic triggered your tears when the bottle hit the tile. All you could do was cry silent tears and hope that the agitation you were feeling about everything would exhaust you enough that you’d fall asleep before you had the chance to make a decision.
Spencer walked into the apartment, exhausted from the case and thankful for the silence of the late night. Like usual, you left on the dim lamp in the living area, but unusually you had also left on the lights in the kitchen. He walked over to turn them off. That’s when he heard you, softly crying.
He rushed into the kitchen and the sight before him caused him to freeze: you were curled up with your eyes shut tight, hands pulling at your hair, body trembling, and an old pill bottle turned on its side on the floor. The first thing he did was pick up the bottle to read what it was. When he did, his heart sank. How could he have forgotten to get rid of these? He didn’t forget anything.
With the bottle back on the counter, he knelt to the floor and put his hands gently on your wrists, seeing that your nails had dug into your scalp. “Shhhh-” he cooed. “It’s just me. You’re okay. It’s okay.”
“Dad-” As soon as you realized it was him, you threw yourself into his arms. He gripped you in a hug so tight you thought he might cut off your circulation, but you didn’t care. “I didn’t take any, dad. I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t.”
Spencer rocked you back and forth as if you were a child again, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t get rid of those.”
“I’m sorry I almost gave in-” you started sobbing. Your dad rubbed your back. “I almost-”
“But you didn’t.” A tear escaped his eye. “You didn’t and that’s what matters. You’re so strong, (Y/N). So, so strong.”
“I don’t feel strong,” you managed to choke out.
“Most of the strongest people don’t,” Spencer said quietly. “But they are anyway.”
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Since Athena canonically makes her kids after being like captured by their mortal parent's intellect, wouldn't it then follow that their interest(s) and specialty(s) would be connected to the topic their parents discussed and the interests/knowledge of their mortal parent? Since that's the only part of them Athena is really taking to create them??
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