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amorechris · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby

SUMMARY : After a case that hit close to you, not only were the victims paper copy of you, and you had taken on a very heated standoff with the unsub. When you all return to quantico you are greeted with another case, however your boss seems to have a soft spot for you.

PROMPT : "I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

WARNINGS : fluff, mentions of bau gore, cuteness, bau fluff, and more of the cutest fluff, comfort, bad humor

YOU TRUTHFULLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW YOU HADN'T BROKE DOWN, the team didn't either. The case was tuff for you as these victims were a clear lead to who he was really after, you. You had to admit the man was clever, he had picked a state you did college in and did murders there to lure you out there back to your home, Brooklyn. From there things got worse by the minute.

When you were in the stand-down it was after an attack of he purposely crashing into the SUV you had been in on purpose. He had tried to abduct you but even in you bloodied cut up state you had managed to take him down. Though it ended with a concussion, and a bullet graze. It was truly admirable to Hotchner how you showed such strength through the case and the team would've been lying if they said they didn't admire you at all.

Though you should've known that it would come flooding the second you got even a minute alone. So when you had stuffed your go bag back under your desk the team had dispersed to get coffee, bathroom breaks, vending machine snacks, before they went to see what their second case was.

You had sat down and stared at your file covered desk and slowly the lights around you became shiny, your bottom lip quivered unintentionally and slowly your eyes blurred like how they would when you first take your contacts out. You felt the tears falling down your cheeks without even blinking.

You were the person that disguised or hid your emotion through humor, it was a coping mechanism and Spencer had told you that multiple times when you guys would have small outings for coffee and library breaks. However it was just your personality and it was a quality that actually people liked.

You hadn't noticed when Dave came out of his office taking one glance at you and lightly knocked on hotch's window. Soon somebody was standing in front of you and slowly you could hear people like Morgan and JJ asking if you were alright. However you snorted lightly and wiped your eyes.

You looked up at your boss who had discarded his stoic expression and it was replaced with concern. Spencer was already running to the coffee machine, and Morgan was going to get Penelope to come in with her special 'cheer up' stuffed animal. All your teammates contributed in different ways and you all cared foe each other and took care of each other like family.

The thought, the deep of having a family you thought you would never had made you cry a bit harder.

"I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

You had let out a mix of a sob and a laugh before you stood up and and Hotchner put his arm out resting his hand on your lower back. You wiped you eyes thankful you had waterproof mascara and internally cheered that you could cry and not look like a marble painting.

As you reached the door Hotch held it open for you and you spun around with tear stained cheeks and damp eyes holding a thumbs up to your team who had watched and looked worried until you flashed them a smile.

Hotch shook his head sighing and led you out the door and into the elevator and you sniffed wiping your nose as Hotch turned to you once the doors shut.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded and turned to him. "Hotch, I have a question..." you said looking down at your feet.

He turned to face you as you now both stood face to face with backs on either side of the elevator. "If it's time off then, of course."

You smiled softly but shook her head. "No, no. Guess what’s on the menu?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh god, what is it?" he asked and you snorted.

"Me-n-u."

Hotch unintentionally let out a small laugh but he shut his mouth and stared at you with wide eyes you had the biggest beaming smile.

"I laughed because it was bad."

"mhmm sure, you know you liked it."

"Stop talking."

"But you didn't hear the one about the boats!"

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mywilltodie · 7 months

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UNSUB : *angrily presses Emily against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Prentiss : ... Prentiss : Are we about to kiss-

#shes a legend #criminal minds incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect cm #the bau are idiots #emily prentiss #ssa emily prentiss #theyre idiots your honor #unsub

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 10 months

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Spencer Reid x semi verbal Autistic teen reader

Request from Ao3

Request: Could you also do a request of a semi verbal autistic/adhd teen with Spencer? They are smart and like talking to Spencer about their special interests? I don't mind how they are related, but it would be really nice.

Summary: The team arw on a case and Spencer needs to get some information from a teen but doesn't know how to start it so he starts talking to the teen about his special interests

Third person pov...

The team were currently out on a case it was a messy one, a family had been murdered both the parents and the younger siblings, the only person left was the eldest child, Y/N L/N.

When the police arrived after being called by the neighbours, they found the teen knelt next to the bodied of his family rocking back and forth in a trance, he was holding something in his hands which was a toy dinosaur covered in blodd, it was his younger brothers favourite toy and one of Y/Ns special interests.

Y/N is autistic and semi-verbal (Semi-Verbal is a term used to describe people who are between full-verbal and non-verbal Semi verbal is still having some access to verbal speech but being restricted in some way.) So it was difficult for the officers to get him out of the house and to the police station.

Since they found him kneeling in the blood of his family Y/N hasn't spoken a word to anyone, the teen was currently sat in an empty office in the police station.

The teen was pacing around the room still holding onto the dinosaur, when the officers tried to take the Dinosaur off him as it was covered in his baby brothers blood the teen freaked out and had a meltdown so they didn't take it off him.

A couple of hours later the FBI arrived to profile the Unsub and to also see the witness, Hotch saw the teen body language, from the file he already knew the teen was autistic.

Based on those facts he picked the perfect person from his team to go and ask the teen some questions and that person was their own resident genius Spencer Reid.

Spencer eyed the teen with curiosity. He knew that getting the information he need was going to be a challenge and that he needed to think outside of the box.

As he watched the teen from outside the room, he noticed that he seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands and looked like he had an affinity for it.

Spencer took a breath and stepped through the door, he watches as thw teen stops his pacing but doesn't make an eye contact.

Spencer steps closer to the teen but not to close he knows how much he likes his personal space, the Dr then asks his question "Hey, what is that you're holding?"

The teen looked up at him for a moment, confusion evident on his face. He was semi-verbal, Spencer knew, and being Autistic made communication even more difficult.

Spencer felt for the boy, knowing how hard it must be for him to communicate. He decided to try a different tack, gesturing to the object the teen was holding and stating, "I'm interested in what you have there; can you tell me more about it?"

At this, a smile slowly spread across the boy's face and he eagerly started to talk about the dinosaur he was hanging on to.

He spoke quickly, but Spencer was able to piece together the story behind the toy dinosaur.

Not only did Spencer get the information he was looking for, but he also learned more about the teen's special interests.

He realized that having an understanding and compassionate ear could go a long way with someone who struggled with communication.

"He's my brother favourite dinosaur, Alfie always let me hold him knowing thay he comforts me" says the teen not realising how much he had spoken in such little time.

Spencer was nodding along with everything he was saying which gave the teen courage to keep talking. "Thank you for telling me about him" says Spencer.

"Actually I have another question, if you don't mind" Says Spencer, Y/N goes quiet and looks down at the dinosaur clutched in his hand, the teen nods his head ans Spencer takes that as a yes.

Spencer watches how the teens body language changes, he goes back to the quiet traumatised teen from before. "I was hoping you could tell me about the person who killed your family?" He asked knowing it was a delicate subject.

Y/N swallows and clutches the dinosaur tightly so tight he almost made himself bleed, the teen Continues to look at the dinosaur before speaking.

"It was supposed to be a calm night, mum and dad where late getting home, so I was babysitting Alfie. We were playing Dinosaurs in the living room, I was busy telling Alfie all about the Dinosaurs before someone knocks at the doors, we didn't answer because it wasny mum or dad" Says thr quiet teen a tremble in his voice.

The fidgets with the Dinosaur in his hands before continuing, Spencer wasn't planning to rush him into it. "Then it went quiet, we went back to playing and then the door was unlocked, mum and dad were home, I remember Alfie running out of the room to greet them, I stayed behind and waited"

Y/N paused to take a deep breath, the next part still scared him as he remembers everything that happened to his family. "Then I heard someone behind me, i thought it was Alfie but I was wrong, when I turned around it saw a intruder, it wasn't mum or dad, but a man he was tall and very angry, he grabbed me abs held a knife to my throat, I remember being dragged outside and into the kit hen were my family were."

Spencer watches as Y/N sniffs and whines his eyes quickly hands shaking. "He theb told them to do as he says or he would kill me, Alfie was scares he started crying, the man then took all of us to the living room, then he killed them all, not me I don't knke why he left me alive, I wish he didn't" Y/N finishes his story with a sob as he falls to the floor.

The teen the begins to rock back and forth trying desperately to comfort himself and stop crying but nothing worked. Spencer quietly slips out of the room and back to his team to tell them what he know about the Unsub.

Hours later the team successfully find the Unsub as he was targeting another family similar to the L/Ns, when they arrive back at the station Spencer is ambushed by Y/N hugging him.

The teen was crying as he thanked the Dr fir finding the perosn responsible for killing his family, Spencer hugged the young boy back just as tight.

Before the team left for Virginia Y/N surprised Spencer by giving him the dinosaur he was holding, when he was asked why he said "because you found the killer responsible, my brother is abke to be put to rest now he has been avenged" he said this made Spencer tear up he took the toy and kept it safe.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes as usual, also so sorry for not updating for a while.

Request are open!

Word count: 1280

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #light angst #oneshot #x teen!reader #spencer reid x autistic teen reader #spencer reid x teen!reader #lota of angst #spencer reid #semi verbal #special interests #unsub #Spencer Reid is autistic #autistic teen

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wintersxani · 10 months

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): use of y/n, death of y/n, Emily having to witness it, implied SA, just sad overall

Word count: 2041

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid

Summary: When you get captured by an unsub and your team finds out where you are, your lover and coworker, Emily Prentiss, seeks you out. Only she’s too late to save you.

She blamed herself for not driving home with you the night the unsub took you from outside your shared apartment. The work she had done could've waited... and maybe you would've still been with her and your guys' team. "Emily, we might've got something." Derek informed from across the alley they had been in, where the unsub had dumped his last victim. 'Clock's ticking' was carved into the girl's abdomen, serving as a reminder of the time you had left alive was thinning. Desolately, she stared at this poor girl, just like she had the past two. Seeing the state she was in... she knew what their unsub had in store for you, and it made her want to scream- lash out; hurt somebody. Hurt Robert Delmont- the man who was hiding you.

Emily's gaze moved from the lifeless body to Derek, who rushed over with his phone extended. "Okay, talk to me baby." He eagerly spoke into the phone, examining his coworker's distraught expression as his own heart raced. "I found Robert's house. I narrowed down your area and used the information you guys provided- and I found it. 24 Newberg Road, you're about six minutes away."

Emily hadn't wasted a second before running towards her SUV; Derek on her tail replied: "Copy that, thanks Garcia."

"Godspeed, guys. Save our girl." Penelope spoke from the other end, ending the call to inform the rest of the team as Derek and Emily climbed in the car, speeding to the home you were being held in.

Faintly through the singular basement window, you could see flashing red and blue lights. Relief washed over you as tears fell down your cheeks. You struggled against the restraints you were held in, arms sore from being held in the same upwards position for these past 8 & 1/2 hours. You could hear the steel door creek open and shut as footsteps descending followed. Your relief left you as you met face to face with Robert, who rushed towards you, throwing a punch to your face. "They think they're going to save you."

Your lip was already busted, and you had cuts and bruises marking your whole body. He moved behind you, putting a blade up to your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled your head back by your hair, whispering in your ear; "Time to prove them wrong."

Emily had already been out of the passenger's side before it came to a full stop, rushing inside the home. Derek followed after her, whisper-yelling for her to wait. She didn't oblige, rather rushed in anyway. In no way was she going to string out the little time you had left. She motioned for Derek to search upstairs, receiving a nod in return. They both should've waited for the rest of their team, but Emily already made it clear she couldn't wait, and Derek understood. This was personal... and time wasn't in their favor, if Robert was following his 10 hours spent with each victim.

Her heart was pounding as she neared every corner, pausing when she observed the steel door cracked open. While she should've retrieved Derek for backup, she went down instead, keeping her gun aimed ahead. The door shut behind her, leaving her in total darkness as it made a beeping noise. Only then did she realize that it had no handle on the inside, but that it needed a keycard, likely installed by the twisted killer who brought women down here, guaranteeing that escaping was out of the question. The air was cold and bitter down here, smelling of metal and mildew; agony so potent in the air. She breathed heavily, continuing her descent as she prepared for what laid ahead.

But nothing could've prepared her to meet face to face with you, strung up and beaten. So vulnerable and broken. A tang of pain struck her heart as she watched your face pinch, tears mixing with the crimson on your cheeks. The knife against your neck made her blood run cold as she aimed at the unsub. "Back away and drop the knife." Her voice came out firm as she remained at a safe distance, not wanting to push the Delmont man. "Ah, Emily Prentiss."

"I said back away and drop the-"

"I do that and you put me in prison, or I kill her and you kill me. Doesn't seem like a win-win situation, now does it?"

"Let her go." She ordered, unable to tell the man that she didn't want to shoot him. If anything, she wanted to torture him for the trauma he had inflicted on you. Make him feel every bit of pain you have felt- every bit of pain she had felt in the absence of you.

"I know how deeply you care for her... she's so... extravagant. I'd want her too. Well, I had her... that's for sure." He chuckled as you shut your eyes tightly. Her lip curled as her eyebrows furrowed, reminding herself of the oath she took for this job. An oath that she wished didn't exist in this very moment. "You son of a bitch."

"You want me to slit her throat right now? I will."

"You know what I want you to do. If you comply, we can negotiate-"

"We both know that's bullshit. Don't we?" He stated, turning to put his lips up to your ear at the last part. You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back. Emily was panicking because she didn't have a clear shot of him. He was perfectly blocked by your shaking body, and you would be hit in order to get him, no matter the angle.

"You walk out those doors and leave, I'll spare her. Leave her for you to find in a couple days."

"I'm not negotiating this with you."

"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Don't you want her alive?" He started, tilting his head as he watched Emily's expression harden. "I can leave her lifeless if you'd prefer... yeah. Yeah that sounds better." Pounding came from the steel door upstairs as all three below heard Derek's shouts. "Clock's ticking." He grinned as Emily's body shivered, mouth opening to speak. "No. Times up." He finalized; In a swift motion, he sliced your neck open as you cried out. Her body stilled, though her reflexes didn't waste a second to shoot his withdrawn arm. He scampered to the side, clutching his arm as he rushed towards her. She was quicker, firing one final shot that knocked him down for good.

Her gaze moved back at you, watching the blood pour to the ground below your bowed head. "Y/n-" spit from her mouth as she rushed towards you, untying the ropes around your wrists, letting you fall into her arms. You were coughing on your own blood as she tried to turn you on your side, clearing your airway as she applied pressure to your open wound. "Stay with me my love, stay with me." She instructed, pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up at her.

Never had she felt fear like this before as her arms desperately pulled your shaking body closer to hers, trying to keep you curled into her like you would several nights spent together. She'd whisper how much she loved you as she held you dearly as she'd kiss your head, reminding you that in those moments, it was just you two. Not the job, not the world. You were each other's safe havens; the only light outside the dark they faced every day.

"I'm right here. I've got you, love. Stay with me." She spoke quickly, keeping pressure as crimson spilled over her fingers. You were struggling to breath, but you needed to speak; you knew you weren't leaving this basement, just like you knew she was denying that truth. It pained you to be aware of your fate when you had finally found the other half to your soul that spent every waking moment reminding you of what real love was. Slowly, your arm rested on her hand upon your neck, grasping it. Her broken eyes peered down at you as both of you could hear your other team members desperately trying to get through that godforsaken door, calling out your guys' names.

"They're going to get us out of here... and we're gonna get you to a hospital- you're gonna be okay. I- I'm right here." She insisted, clenching her jaw as she fought back the tears lining her waterline. If you saw her break, she was sure you would too. She needed to be strong, but all you needed in this moment was her. "Em-" You tried, unable to continue as blood poured from the corner of your mouth. "Don't try to talk honey-"

"Emily." You managed to get out, choking on your blood as her head slightly shook. "Lis-listen to me." Your hand squeezed hers as she tried to talk again. "You k-know what's going t-to happen."

"No."

"Emily-"

"No-"

"I'm not going to m-make it."

"No! No I don't accept that." She exclaimed, her head shaking vigorously as a sob slipped from her throat. "Em, please-" You tried, but she cut you off as tears now began to fall down her cheeks. "I can't- I can't accept that. I need you. I'm always going to need you." Her voice was utterly broken; already in denial, she couldn't stop shaking her head at you, pushing away the thoughts of what life would be like when she stepped outside of this house, knowing you weren't ever coming home with her.

"I love you s-" You had started, beginning to fade out of consciousness. Her eyes widened as she used her arm from under you to touch your face, pulling your body up to hers. "So much." You managed to finish, though your eyes were slowly shutting. Exhaustion wasn't even a comparable word to what you were feeling. When the pain started to fade, and you began to feel numb, you knew your time was up. "Hey- Stay with me y/n." She slightly shook you; your eyes weren't fully closed, but your eyelids were drooped. "Please stay with me." Her words were quiet, small. So much pain was laced in those four words as she felt the exact moment your life left your body.

Her body stilled as she pulled back to look at your face; eyelids were still drooped, but you were gone. Her jaw slowly slacked as she shook her head, removing her hand from your throat before placing it on your cheek, gently tilting your head at an angle where you would be able to see her. "No- no please!" Sobs were spilling from her lips as her chest heaved, thumb stroking your face delicately. "I need you-"

A loud, ground shaking bang came from the upstairs as she pulled your lifeless body up against her chest, cradling the back of your head over her shoulder as the other hand tightly held your bare waist. "Emily!" Derek's voice erupted from the stairway as several footsteps boomed from afar.

"I love you- I love you so much." She wept, eyes shut tightly as the rest of her team members made it downstairs, halting at the sight. The unsub's body had been the first thing observed, but the sight of Emily cradling your lifeless body- seeing Emily shattered in a way that they'd never seen before caused them to still.

JJ's hand covered her mouth as Hotch lowered his gun, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes despite his usual cold exterior. Rossi & Spencer beside him unable to watch as he turned away, walking into JJ's embrace. Then there was Derek, who stood with his mouth agape, heart plummeting. One of his best friends was forever broken, and the other dead.

Eventually, JJ had to pull Emily from your body, which took a tremendous amount of effort to do. Your lover had refused to let you go as she cried I'm sorry's and pleas for you to come back to her. Knowing you died before she said I love you back destroyed her. She just wanted to hold you; to kiss you one more time. Yet all she could do was kiss your forehead as they removed you from her arms, watching your hand leave hers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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spentfromspence · 1 year

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Unsub 1: Untie them.

Spencer and JJ: We untied ourselves 20 minutes ago.

Unsub 2: You guys are no fun.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #aaron hotchner #incorrect criminal minds #derek morgan #incorrect quotes #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #criminal minds fandom #david rossi #unsub

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urfavsimpingfanficwriter · 1 year

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“Until we Meet Again”- Spencer Reidx fem!Reader

Requests are open again!

Unsub! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: kinda a lot of build-up, 18+, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Violence, Mentions of Weapons(Guns, Knives, etc.), Canon-Typical Violence, Knife Kink, Oral (fem receiving), Kidnapping, Slight Non-Con (if you squint), Pet Names (Baby, Angel, Princess), mentions of rape/murder/pedophilia, slight angst, not proof-read

If I forgot anything above please let me know!!

Summary: Spencer Reid, one of the BAU’s most prized agents, is on a killing spree. He is killing people who he deems are “bad people”. You can’t exactly say he is wrong, however, as he is killing pedophiles, rapists, and murderers who otherwise would walk. Nevertheless, you and the rest of the team are finally catching up to him, and he is not happy.

The team stepped off the plane, the cool Chicago air chilling your skin. Emily had made a connection at the last murder site that linked Spencer to a hotel on Michigan Ave. in Chicago. You had a sneaking suspicion that this was a trap, or that Spencer had somehow planned for Emily, or anyone for that matter, to find the connection. It wasn’t a difficult one to make, as he always used the victim’s credit cards to buy something, this time it just happened to be a hotel room, a suit at the Warwick Allerton Hotel. The last victim was a rapist. He had videos in his apartment of multiple young girls, and photobooks of even more children of all genders. Reid had castrated him with a steak knife, slitting his throat afterward.

The team walked over to the black unmarked SUVs and got in, heading to the Chicago Police Department to prep the officers on the profile, and how you are planning to take him down. You also needed to make sure the police stay out of the way, as you can’t let him slip away yet again.

When you got to the Department, at least fifteen officers were waiting for instructions. The officers quieted down as you headed toward the room’s front.

“Alright, we don’t have much time, so we are going to have to make this quick,” Rossi started in his usual serious tone, “Spencer Reid is an ex-profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. He is above intelligent. He is a literal genius, which means he is most likely already three steps ahead of whatever we do. This means we need to be extra cautious when making an arrest, or even attempting to come into contact with him.”

Emily jumped in then, “Spencer is what we call a vigilante. He believes that this is the only way for justice to be served. So far, his victims have been murderers, rapists, and pedophiles, all that have flown under the radar, or were found ‘not guilty’ when brought to trial. He personally believes that the FBI and police aren’t doing enough to help bring people to justice, and by trying to stop him we are proving that we don’t want justice. We are his number one enemy, and he will do anything to stop us.”

“The main thing you need to remember is that he will not refrain from harming or killing an officer or agent. He is a vigilante and wants justice. He will stop at nothing to get it, not even at killing innocent people,” Tara said.

You spoke up then, “If we let him get away now, it may take months, or even years to catch him again. Make no mistakes, and don’t make any moves without referencing an agent or superior first.”

As the team began to suit up, putting on the heavy bulletproof vests and earpieces, Penelope sorted through the hotel registry to see which floor and room number Spencer was, hopefully, located in.

Penelope spoke, “He is on floor 42, and in room 432. Ooh, go, Reid, it’s a Suite.”

At once, one of the police department’s phones rang. An officer picked it up, and you could see as his face went pale, and terrified eyes darted to your team, pleading for assistance. You quickly sped over to him, grabbed the phone from his hand, and waited.

“Hello Y/N. I can’t wait to see you again. You will be coming to see me, yes?” Spencer’s voice, rough through the receiver, sang to your ears.

You spoke loudly, hoping to get your team’s attention, “Hi, Spence. I think you know the answer to that question, yes?”

Spencer hummed amusingly through the phone, and you swore you could hear his smirk. “Trying to alert the team, Princess? Don’t be stupid. I don’t want to hurt any of you, but I will, okay? Put Rossi on the phone, tell him it’s about Joy.”

You did so, Rossi’s face dropping, guilt flooding your veins for worrying the man.

A few moments later, he hung up the phone.

“We will be sending in agent Y/L/N alone first. This will give us more time to set up a cohesive plan and will make sure Reid stays where we want him,” Rossi said, looking directly at you.

JJ spoke up,” That is insane. We can’t send her in alone like that! He could kill her.”

“He directly said no agents or officers will be harmed, and he will go peacefully if we allow him to speak with her alone, no bugs, no wires, no cameras,” Rossi said, still staring at you as if asking for permission.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as your heart pounded. Obviously, the most logical thing was to think that Reid either wanted to negotiate or kill you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted more. Before Spencer became an Unsub, you had a small thing for him, and you felt there had always been tension, but nothing ever came of it. What if- You stopped yourself. This was a murderer. This wasn’t the Spencer you once knew. He wasn’t a friend or an innocent crush anymore. He was a criminal.

You nodded towards Rossi, indicating you would accept the insane offer to be with Reid alone.

About an hour later, after being thoroughly briefed by Rossi and the rest of the team, you were standing outside of Reid’s hotel room. Thoughts of doubt and worry flooded your mind. Anxiety coursed through your blood.

You knocked on the door.

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door.

The lock on the door unhooked with a clink of metal against metal, and the door opened with a slight creak.

The man you had trusted with your life for so many years appeared behind the door with a small smile and softly said, “Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, huh?”

Emotions flooded through you. A mix of betrayal, sadness, hope, fear, and happiness jumbled around in your brain. You didn’t even think about what you were doing before you launched yourself forward, tears filling your eyes as you hugged him.

Spencer let out a quiet giggle and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you inside the hotel room and closed the door with his foot, only pulling away from you because he needed to lock the door.

You pulled yourself together, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you remembered why you were here in the first place.

“You know, I kind of thought you would be angry with me, but I guess not,” Spencer voiced, a smirk barely visible on his face.

You scoffed, “Angry? Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it, Reid. You have killed people. Killed them. That doesn’t make me angry. That makes me hate you. That makes me feel devastated. You were my friend! You betrayed me the moment you killed the first victim. You-”

You were cut off as Spencer kissed your lips softly at first, then more harshly as he began to push you up against the door. You were caught off guard, unable to immediately react, giving him time to pin your arms to your sides, and force your legs to the door, making you unable to move.

You struggled as you came to your senses, shaking your head, and causing him to stop kissing you. He looked down at you with a look that made a chill run down your spine.

“Princess, we don’t have much time before our agent friends break down this door, so can we skip the act and just admit you want this? That you want me?” Spencer said in a condescending tone.

“I- I don’t. Get off of me, Spence. Now,“ You muttered, not believing the words leaving your mouth.

You did want this. You wanted Spencer to kiss you, to use his long, slender fingers to make you feel amazing.

Spencer let you go, “Fine, I can wait. You think I didn’t know how you would stare at me while we were on the plane? How you would tell Derek and Emily how much you adored me? How cute you thought I was? Do you really think I’m oblivious Y/N? I know what you want me to do to you right now. You want me to show you what I’ve learned since you saw me last, correct?”

You nodded your head yes, hating the way he could make you crumble in an instant.

In a blur Spencer grabbed you by the waist, his eyes never leaving yours, and shoved you onto the neat hotel bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. You were frozen in place, unable to think clearly. You knew that your team would be horrified to know what you were doing, but on the other hand, you had been waiting years for this. You had shoved down your stupid little crush for years, and he was finally reciprocating your feelings. Why would you turn him down? It isn’t like he was a rapist or child molester. As far as you were concerned, he was doing everyone a favor.

Spencer spoke, pulling you out of your conflicting thoughts, “Strip. Now.”

You were somewhat surprised at his commanding tone. He had never been like this until after Mexico. Until he “went bad” as Rossi used to say.

It wasn’t until he huffed and started to undo the button on your jeans that you even comprehended what he had said.

“Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, princess?” Spencer grumbled, slightly smirking.

He undid the button, and unzipped your jeans, yanking them off of you and throwing them across the room. Next, he decided to start to take off your shirt. You lifted your arms so he could take them off, and left you in your bra and panties.

Suddenly, you realized just how exposed you were, and how absolutely stupid this was. Did you crave his touch? Absolutely you did, but he was a criminal, and you had absolutely no idea what he was capable of.

Spencer must have noticed how you felt, as he dropped his dominant façade and reached out to cup your cheek, his soft hand caressing your face.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” Spencer softly spoke.

This confirmed it. You wanted him. As you just saw, the “old Spencer” was still in there, and he would never hurt you. You wanted him.

You grabbed his face, pulling him to your lips, kissing him. His tongue toyed at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You parted your lips just enough for his tongue to enter, his hands lowering to grab at your hips. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly tugging at the curls. He whimpered slightly. Definitely still Spencer.

He broke the kiss, leaning backward to unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his long, and painfully hard member. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your reaction.

He quickly took off your bra and ripped off your panties, throwing them both over his shoulder onto the hotel floor. He spread your legs with his hands and lined himself up with your wet entrance. He pushed himself in all the way, not giving you enough time to adjust before beginning to thrust at an even pace. You both let out a loud moan. The pain slowly subsided into pure pleasure, and Spencer let out small grunts as he thrusted into you faster.

“Spence! Yes!” You moaned out, pleasure overtaking all of your other senses.

The only other sound besides your moaning was the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the wet sounds you made as Spencer pounded into you.

“I’m so close, angel. Come on baby, come with me,” Spencer grunted out, his thrusts getting sloppy.

Your core tightened as his seed spilled into you, causing you to see stars. You both moaned loudly, pleasure overtaking both of you.

Spencer slowly pulled out of you, his hair sticking to his face, panting. His cum started to leak out of you, and he quickly took two fingers and pushed it back into you, causing you to become a whimpering mess.

He chuckled, and pulled up his pants, buttoning them and zipping them back up. He quickly went around and gathered your clothes that were strewn around the room. He came back and started to redress you. You tried to push him off, wanting to sleep, but he continued.

“Sweetheart, I need you to be dressed, okay. The team will bust in here soon, and I can’t have you all fucked-out, alright?” Spencer sweetly spoke.

You nodded in agreement, and “helped” him dress you.

When you were dressed, Spencer grabbed his bag, taking out a knife. Your heart dropped, and quickly came back to life, your mind clearing completely.

“Spence? What are you doing?” Fear leaked out of your voice.

Spencer spoke in a condescending voice as he walked over to you, “Princess, I’m escaping. I’d love to see everyone, but that just isn’t possible. I really, really like you, so I’m not going to kill you, but this might sting.”

You whimpered, backing up until your back hits the headboard. Tears started to fill your eyes, and all of your BAU training went out the window.

“Shh, I can’t just walk out of here, leaving you unharmed. If I did that, you would end up having a lot of questions aimed at you, Y/L/N. So, if you really think about it, this is in your best interest,” Spencer spoke, looming over you.

He smiled and pushed your hair out of your face, plunging the knife into your stomach. You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks now. He kissed your forehead before slightly twisting the knife, causing a sharp pain to flood through your abdomen. He slipped the knife out of you and wiped it onto the bed sheets before throwing it into his duffel bag.

“Hopefully we’ll see each other again, but for now, goodbye,” Spencer said, walking out of the door to the room, leaving you to, hopefully not, bleed out on the bed.

A few minutes go by of you trying to get to the door, continually falling to the ground, staining the ground with your blood. Your vision starts to go blurry, and before you pass out, you see your team kick down the door and run to you.

#unsub #spencer reid #unsub!spencer #Smut #knife k!nk #criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!reader smut

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alexblakegf · 8 months

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Aaron Hotchner x Unsub!reader

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sl-newsie · 3 months

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Other people: feel happy when they drink coffee

Me: all-over giddy when I hear the Criminal Minds theme

#criminal minds #jj criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #penelope garcia #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #david rossi #emily prentiss #unsub

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kazcrowcane · 1 year

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Idk how someone can look at Morgan or Alvez and think “yeah, I can outrun this guy”

#criminal minds #derek morgan #luke alvez #behavioral analysis unit #fbi #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia #unsub #tara lewis

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 1 year

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unsub: I could kill you if I wanted.

reid: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

#criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds quotes #spencer reid #unsub #ba-queue

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moonlitdesertdreams · 2 years

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Anything for you

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader

Tags: hotch x oc, criminal Minds Imagine, aaron Hotchner x reader, hotch x reader, inter-office relationships, criminal minds, aaron hotchner x oc, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, jj, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, david rossi, spencer reid

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, mentions of murder, torture, general criminal minds lingo

Summary: You're kidnapped during a case. Post-rescue fluffiness ensues.

word count: 2.8k+

The first time you're kidnapped on the job, you feel like no training has prepared you.

It was a normal work day- the BAU had been sent to Saginaw, Michigan, and you had been working with Morgan to clear a hideout associated with a possible suspect. The unsub was targeting blonde females of short stature, and the team was aware that you and JJ both fit the victimology. Regardless, it wasn’t the first time someone on the team looked similar to their victims.

Girls are being lured out of their cars by a wounded animal on the road, and snatched in late evening or early morning hours. The unsub had been profiled as someone withdrawn and non-confrontational, so every inch of that theory is invalidated when you’re taken in broad daylight.

After clearing the house, you had made your way through a side gate in the backyard with intentions of talking to the neighbor while Morgan searched through personal items inside.

And your last recollection before the pain started was hopping down the back porch steps.

And fuck, did your head hurt when you slipped into awareness.

Once you regain some semblance of consciousness, you conclude the unsub must have fled into the neighbor’s yard from his hideout and panicked when you unknowingly followed.

Hence, the current predicament. Spread out on what you’re trying not to imagine as medieval torture device, the unsub has your arms bound high above your head. Your feet barely brush the ground, and the muscles in your shoulders scream with every move. You try to negotiate with your captor, though the words only exchange for a few moments before he plunges a needle into the thick muscles of your thigh.

A cool rush floods through your veins shortly thereafter, and your limbs feel heavier by the second. Your eyesight blurs without contacts or glasses and dry mouth creeps up from whatever drug is flaring in your system.

Thoughts of the team invade logical thought, trying to drown out the haunting images your brain is interpreting from your squinting eyes.

A hooded figure with an oddly deep voice comes into the room and photographs you at regular intervals . He takes more items of clothing each time, sometimes ripping and other times taking a whole article. If you were in your right mind, you would have caught on to the child-like nature and tantrums when your subdued body can’t coordinate with his movements.

“What’s your name?”

You blink slowly, awakening to a dark room. Your arms are sore, and your shoulders still ache. The toes of your boots brush what looks to be an old wood floor, though you are unsure due to the lack of visual acuity. An attempt to lift your head fails, and it instead droops until your chin hits your chest.

A limb shoots towards you, and instinct forces you to jerk. Rough fingers brush your reddened cheeks as the gag is taken from your mouth. “Sorry, did I scare you?”

“S-scare..?” You squint, but only the shadow cast by his hood is visible. “W-where am I?”

A childlike giggle.

“At my house. My Momma said we could have a sleepover.”

Even in a delusional and dazed, you’re able to feel the shiver down your spine.

“A sleepover?”

FLASH.

The sound of a camera shutter corrupted the functioning state you had started to develop, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You knew it was bad, but nothing in your brain could pull together enough info to react.

“You’re beautiful… just stay right there, I’m gonna take more.

- - -

“He’s not smart. In fact, disorganized to the point where he can’t even keep up.”

Aaron Hotchner sits across the table from Rossi, who is trying to explain their newest theory to the local police chief. With you taken, everyone’s nerves are on edge, and Hotch finds himself tasked with keeping his emotions under control.

It was exactly why workplace relationships- even those based in casual sex and physical comfort- were not allowed.

Additionally, it wasn’t as if members of the team hadn’t been kidnapped or put in danger before. Despite this, Hotch's mind is racing, trying to discern the best way to track an unsub who was so unorganized he didn’t even know what to do next. They got lucky discovering the first abandoned house Morgan and yourself had raided, but Hotch wasn’t sure they’d get that lucky again.

“We thought he was withdrawn, but maybe he’s escalating?” Reid suggested. It had been over twelve hours since the abduction of their teammate, and they were all pouring over case files in the station’s conference room.

Hotch stared down at crime scene photos, including the ones from where you were taken. Prentiss is doing the same, and lifts her head at Spencer’s remark.

“What if she scared him?” Emily offers, “There’s a chance he was just trying to flee and got cornered. It would maintain the withdrawn nature.”

“He took her in the middle of broad daylight.” Morgan contradicts, obviously feeling a bit guilty as he was your partner when the kidnapping occurred. “Into the woods, and away he went.”

Reid closes the folder in his hand. “Actually, it is a good theory. She has specialized training in hand-to-hand combat, it would be very hard to subdue her quietly. If the unsub is withdrawn and scared, he might have come from behind once he realized there was no way out.”

Chief Ballard of the local department speaks up. “She’s a fairly small woman, even with specialized combat it’s hard to fight back if you take a surprise blow to the head.”

Hotch looked up. He had sparred with you on many occasions in the gym, and knew firsthand the amount of tricks used to fend off larger attackers. However, an ambush and a good enough blow would render even himself unconscious.

“She could do it if given the opportunity. Between her hand-to-hand and her gun, there should have been some struggle. Though as Reid said, it doesn’t appear she had that chance.” Hotch concludes.

“That could be indicative of someone lying in wait, or someone scared to show their face.” JJ says, “It really doesn’t allow us a good lead either way.”

“Damn.” Hotch grinds his teeth, nerves getting the best of him once again. “You did a cognitive interview?”

“At the scene. I had-”

A knock from the room’s entrance makes them all jump, and an officer steps in the doorway. His eyes turn to Hotch. “Sir, there’s a woman on the phone for your team.”

Reid stands, moving towards the speaker setup in the corner of the room. “I called Garcia a little while ago, that’s probably her.”

The phone line crackles to life when Spencer picks up. “Hey, Garcia.”

“...S-Spence?”

Hotch’s blood runs cold, and he shoots to his feet. The team allows him the next move, murmuring your name as he approaches the receiver.

“Aaron… hey.” Your speech is slow and slurred, but it’s a clear sign of life.

“Where are you? Are you with the unsub?” Hotch feels the team’s eyes on him, but all that matters in the moment is the sound of your voice.

“N-No. I-I’m with my friend Jake. He wants to have a sleepover, is that okay with you?”

Rossi makes brief eye contact with Hotch, who nodded his head in silent agreement of how to play out the call.

Hotch takes it upon himself to answer and softens his tone. “You know honey, I just need to know what house Jake is in. Do you remember?”

A breathy laugh came through the background of the call, and Hotch assumed it was ‘Jake’ listening in. Your heavy breathing is the dominant noise, and it takes a minute for an answer.

“Y-yeah. Next door to the Youngs in a r-really pretty old house.”

Rossi taps the mute button in a flash of tanned fingers. “Our unsub has reverted to a childlike state. If he’s letting her make phone calls-”

“She’s gained his trust.” Hotch finishes, finally feeling like they’re on the same page.

“Smart girl. I’m calling Garcia to find a list of people with the last name Young in the area.” Morgan already had his phone to his ear.

“Those who live next door to old houses.” Hotch added.

“Did you notice the way she said ‘really pretty’?” Rossi rubbed his chin. “With the emphasis on ‘pretty’? Is she trying to appease him?”

“Morgan, narrow that down to Youngs who live next door to abandoned or condemned establishments.”

Hotch opens the line, your name sliding from his lips in that honey-soaked tone he usually reserves for early mornings and late nights in.

“Aaron?” Your words are still slow, though relatively coherent.

“I think a sleepover is a great idea.” He swallows the lump in his throat, “We’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“T-Thanks, it’s gonna be fun.”

The line goes dead after, and Hotch drags in a deep breath.

“There’s only one place in the area with those parameters.” Morgan shoves his phone into his pocket as the team stands.

“Let’s go.”

You’ve been lowered to sit, but your hands are still suspended, fingers tingling with numbness. The unsub, or rather, Jake, as he told you to call him, is sitting with legs crossed underneath him a few feet away. There is a lop-sided grin on his face, and his child-like excitement is palpable.

“Do you wanna play a game?” He asks eagerly.

You manage to lift your head, filled with some hope after Jake’s strange allowance of a phone call a few minutes prior. While he might have killed two girls already, they were held for over 48 hours before Jake snapped. You are lucky enough to understand his mindset and play into it, even through whatever drug has been pushed into your system every few hours. The best guess you can muster was that the other girls were unable to deal with the strange kidnapper, and something they said or did broke his facade and led to murder. It was vague and unclear, but all you had.

“What kind of game?” You ask through a shiver. The tremors never seem to end.

“Tag.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to do that.”

Jake opens his mouth to answer, but is interrupted by the sound of stairs creaking. He freezes, turning towards the broken and sideways hanging bedroom door.

“Jake, hey.”

You pray the sounds are the rest of your team, but want to keep his attention away if it is.

“Yes?” His boyish gaze falls back to you.

“What about I Spy?”

Jake breaks out into a smile. “That’s a great idea! I just gotta do your medicine first.”

The man, who you now recognize as a white male in his late twenties with blonde hair and a pudgy face, drew another syringe out of his pocket and plunged it into your thigh. If your counting is still correct, it would be the sixth injection.

“Jake... “ You inhale as the freeze begins to spread, “I spy something… white.”

Eyes wide, they scour the room for your challenge. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you blink as the door moves ever so slightly. It’s slow, until a creak echoes through the empty room. Jake whirls around, coming face-to-face with Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss holding him at gunpoint.

“Who are you?” He demands, scrambling to his feet. “Why are you at my sleepover?”

You sag with relief, shoulders hanging heavily on their bounds. “J-jake, they’re my friends.”

“Friends don’t point guns!”

Jake rockets towards the left, where your pistol, badge, and shoes are discarded, Prentiss sees his motivation, and a gunshot echoes through the room. The man cries out, and your pounding head flinches away from the noise.

“Stay on the ground!” Emily keeps her gun on him, and you druggedly take note of the wound in his leg as opposed to center mass.

JJ moves to kneel in front of you. “Can you hear me? Are you alright?”

You fight the new sedation as best you can. “J-J?”

“I’ve got you.”

The other blonde turns, yelling towards the door that they were clear and needed help. Morgan appears in the doorway, rushing in to assist JJ. He pulls a pocket knife from his pants pocket, slicing the rope and cable ties binding your arms. Your exhausted body slumps into his chest, clinging to his shirt. You notice the purple tint to her hands, and hope it isn’t a bad sign.

“You with me?” Morgan’s deep voice made you lift your head, unfocused eyes searching his face.

“You found me…”

“Yeah we did. You’re a smart cookie, gorgeous.”

You huff a laugh against his neck and suddenly take note of bright lights against your eyelids. Upon further inspection, you deduce it to be the sun. Morgan must have carried you all the way out.

“T-That’s bright.” You murmur, trying to shelter your eyes as Morgan lowers you to the grass.

“Medical is on their way. Where’s Hotch?”

The voices blend together for a few minutes, and you focus on breathing in. Another presence approaches and kneels down, surrounding you with a musky cologne and blanket of safety. A familiar hand rests on your cheek, and you blink up at his face.

Aaron Hotchner stares back at you, and a wave of emotion breaks through the drugs. “Aaron…”

“I’m right here. You did good work today.”

You take a moment to gaze at his familiar features. Dark hair, dark eyes. He’s kneeling beside you, but the size of his frame is still imposing. Against your will, you feel your throat tighten and eyes swell to accommodate tears. One hand extends towards him.

“I need…” You pause, trying to collect yourself. “Hotch- please.”

Hotchner doesn’t answer her, only draws you against his chest. Your arms lift to wrap around his neck, face hiding against the sun-warmed skin of his neck. Despite the ache it causes to rake across his shoulders, Aaron remains wrapped in your embrace as your body begins to shake. You smell of sweat and captivity, remnants of the ordeal you’d just been through. The clothes you wore were the same Aaron had seen you in last, though there were small holes scattered about your black trousers.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He murmurs against greasy hair, gripping the back of your skull with his hand. “I should have-”

You lift her head at his tone and point a wavering finger. “No, d-don’t blame yourself.”

The cloudy haze of pharmaceuticals is creeping into your eyes as you chastise him. “I know how you are… Aaron, y-you’ll beat yourself up.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s just get you to the hospital, alright?”

Hotch picks you up with little effort, strolling towards the ambulance and stretcher where it was waiting. “...N-No. I’m alright.”

Once you’re placed on the stretcher, the arguing starts weakly and you’re swaying like a daisy in the wind. Hands still fisted in Hotch’s vest hold him in place beside you.

“We need to find out what you were given. Do the tests, and I’ll be satisfied.” Hotch orders, hand on your wrist rubbing gentle circles. “JJ can go with you.”

The blonde steps up beside their boss, soft smile on her face as she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“No… I don’t-” You pause and swallow, panic rising as Hotchner attempts to step back

Your fingers tremble against Hotch’s torso where they’re wrapped in his shirt, and tears leak from the corners of your eyes. Of all the years Hotch had known you on the BAU, he has never seen you so upset. You’re all trained to deal with these types of things, but nothing prepares you for the actual thing. Especially when you’re being pumped full of illicit drugs to keep you sedate.

JJ rubbed your back, eyes lifting to Hotch. “You know boss, Morgan and I can handle the clean up and reports. You’re gonna have enough paperwork as it is.”

Thank God for Jennifer Jareau.

Hotchner stares at the two women before dipping his head in a nod. “Alright. We’ll meet you back at the station as soon as possible.”

“Sounds great.” JJ turns on her heel and bustles off towards a group of local detectives and beat cops.

The medics were prepping the gurney to go up, carefully arranging your loose limbs on the cushion. Hotch watches in amusement, as you’re looking more stoned by the second.

“Sir, are you coming?” One of the medics asks, motioning to the back of the rig.

“Yes, sorry.” Hotchner pulls himself into the back of the ambulance, accepting the hand you hold out to him.

“Thanks for comin’, boss.” You tug his hand close, lips brushing against his knuckles. His body was warm, and you stretched towards it.

Aaron leans in before the paramedics begin bustling to press a kiss against your forehead. “Anything for you.”

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notforemmetophobes · 7 months

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Unsub (TV Series) S1/E2 ’Silent Stalker’ (1989) - M. Emmet Walsh

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#unsub #m. emmet walsh #david soul #actor #screenshots #american actor #tv series #silent stalker #suit & tie #sitting

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 10 months

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BAU team x Teen Unsub reader

So I jsut thought of this idea ans wanted to try an Unsub teen reader because I haven't done one yet and I really wanted to come up with a mo for the reader so this happend.

summary: Someone has been dropping bodies around Virginia in their own home ans the team have know idea who the unsub is, or that it's one of their own. They were killed in a way they haven't come across before.

Third person pov...

The team have been stumped with the same case for almost a month the Unsub they're chasing has always been one stepp ahead of them and hasn't messed up, all they know is the Unsub is a teenager and lives in Virginia.

How the unsub kills their victims is horrible so violent you wouldn't expect it from an Unsub so young, what he does is a taser to the them out and then they stab their victims through the heart.

After the victims are dead they physically take the skull and leave the rest of the body all 12 bodies have been found in the same lake.

This tells the team that this Unsub only cares about the skull ans nothing else, so far this unsub has killed 12 people and won't be stopping anytime soon.

Y/N had just finished taking care on their last victim who was a woman woth beautiful blonde hair like JJ, the teen was currently examining the skull when their phone rang, sighing softly the teen puts the skull down and picks up their phone it was Hotch.

Y/N nervously looks around them paranoid that they were being watched but of coruse knowone knows where they are hopefully, the teen then puts on a fake happy voice and answers the phone.

"Hey Hotch, what's up?" They ask sounding normal when speaking to Hotch, they playing with the blodd under their nails before hearing Hotch speak. "Y/N, I need you to come to thr police station we have some questions to ask you" he says, Y/Ns heart quickens 'are they getting somewhere'

Y/N swallows a lump in their throat and answers "of course be there soon!" They say before ending the call, Y/N puts down their phone and looks at the body, its been months since they started killing.

At first the thrill of doing it was amazing but now it was getting boring, but they can't stop themselves they need skulls, they love skulls because skulls are interesting ans they love learning all about Skulls they also collect the Skulls they get from their victims.

Y/n sighs, they're going to have to do something with the body, that's the part they hate the most, they only want the Skulls not the body, its not as messy.

Y/N then puts on their latex gloves and picks up the bloodied corpse. "I'm sorry" they whisper before dragging the body outside and to the small lake.

This place was special to Y/N and knowone knows about it or uses it so it was safe, once the body was dealt with Y/N wandered back up to the small hut and began clearing up they had to be quick otherwise Hotch would start to get suspicious.

Y/N then washes the Skull clean with disinfectant until no traces of blood could be seen, and puts it gently into their bag. Y/N then makes sure they have no blood on their clothes before leaving the hut with the skull in their bag filled with books and sketchbooks.

Satisfied Y/N leaves the lake and hit and begins making their way up to the bus stop to get to the police starion, soon they were on the bus, Y/N took the back seat farthest from everyone else.

They then opened their bag and smiled at the skull in their bag. "You are a beauty" they whisper, the teen couldn't wait to study the skull and sketch it, it's a odd fascination but Y/N loves it.

Soon Y/N has arrived where the team was Y/N then gets off the bus and walks into the building.

The teenager's heart was pounding as they stepped into the police station. It would be only a matter of time before the Team discovered their identity and arrested them.

The young teen had been responsible for months of terror in Virginia and the team was non the wiser.

The BAU had already interviewed dozens of people in the town-some were even the teen's friends and family. Everyone was pointing the finger of suspicion at the same person: the teen they had just called in for questioning.

The teen hesitated just inside the station, dreading what was to come. Deep down the teen knew that if they stayed any longer they wouldn't be able to keep their identity a secret much longer. The teen knew that if they admitted any hint of guilt to the BAU, they would be arrested and sent to prison.

The teen took a deep breath and squared their shoulders, gathering all of their courage. They had to try and make it out of the police station before the BAU figured out their identity.

Once they walk in the teen spots Spencer at the coffee machine, faking a smile Y/N walks over to the Dr. "Hey Spencer where is Hotch?" Asks Y/N, the young Dr turns around to Y/N.

The teen nervously picks at his skin, Spencer notices but doesn't say anything. "Yeah,Hotch is in the interrogation room over there" he says pointing to a room.

"Thanks spence!" Exclaims Y/N before they run towards Hotch being careful of the skull in their bag, when the get tocthe room Y/N knocks on the door and Hotch opens it.

He gives the teen a smile. "Y/N, thank you for coming have a seat" he says gesturing to the seat opposite him. Y/N takes a seat, leg bouncing.

They then put their bag gently down on the floor which Hotch notices. He then picks up the file on the table and looks at Y/N.

Throughout the questioning Y/N did perfectly, they didn't do anything suspicious or anything they wouldn't normally do, once they were done they quickly left.

Hotch walks out of the room suspicious and watches as Y/N leaves, he then walks to the room the team were using for the case. He sits at the table and looks to Penelope.

"What about Y/N?" He asks making everyone look over as if he was crazy. " what do you mean what about Y/N?" Asks Penelope, Hotch sighs "they were acting differently while in the room, it was strange like something happened" he says everyone is silent as they think about Y/N.

Spencer speaks up. "I noticed it too, they were picking at their nails, I saw something red when they did" he says everyone looks at each other before they get to work. "Garcia, what properties does Y/Ns family own in Virginia?" Asks Hotch.

Penelope sets to work. "Okay, I have a house in their name and oh oh no since their Grandad died Y/N got ownership over a hut by the same lake every victim had been found by" she holds back the tears and everyone leaves in SUVs.

Half go to the house and half go to the lake. "Oh no Y/N" whispers Penelope as she watches them leave, tempted to call Y/N and warn the teen.

Currently Y/N is at the lake, they are sat by the edge with the skull out and sketching it. By now the team have realised it was them and are on their way to the teen.

They are surprisingly calm as they wait, soon sirens could be heard Y/N smirks but doesn't move, no point in running. As they sit footsteps could be heard behind them.

Hotches voice is heard behind the teen, Y/N turns slightly and smiles at the team their family. "Hey guys what took you so long" they say as the team look at the teen with disgust.

"We know it was you Y/N, why why did you do it?" Yells Morgan Y/N was like his younger sibling. The teen let's out a hollow laugh before staring at the lake the sun was going down.

"It's actually quite simple, I was bored" they say, the teen is then handcuffed by the team and pulled up, they give one last 'innocent' smile before get put in the back of a car being drove to the police station.

JJ hugs Spencer, who the teen was closest to, the young Dr cries as he hugs JJ "why did they do it why" he whispers quietly he will never know the true answer.

The end!

Hope you liked thus oneshot, so sorry for not writing for ages, I haven't had the motivation. Sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1513

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #light angst #oneshot #x teen!reader #unsub #Xunsub reader #bau x teen!reader #family #lota of angst #sad ending #non binary reader

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Their Worst Nightmare

Summary: Reader and Spencer were both former members of Quanitco’s infamous BAU. Two of its brightest minds but neither felt they were getting their due. Pissed off and seeking vengeance, they become the two most notorious killers the BAU has ever faced.

Warnings: unsub!reader/unsub!spencer/mentions of murder/usual CM stuff/mentions of obscene images (no specification)/mentions of blood/rough makeout/slight smut

Word Count: 1800

“Shhh...shhh,” you cooed as Spencer tightened the restraints on your latest catch’s wrist, “All that crying isn’t going to do you any good, sweetheart.”

“Please,” the man begged, “Please. I’ll do anything, I swear to God, I’ll-”

“I’m afraid it’s a little too late for that,” Spencer cut him off as he walked from behind the chair your victim was tied to.

“What do you want from me?” the man sobbed, “I-I haven’t done nothing wrong.”

You scoffed, “Are you sure about that Anthony?” His name dripped with poison as it left your tongue.

“H-how do you know my name?” he trembled.

“Oh, we know more than just your name,” Spencer answered, “Anthony Wilks of 1907 Mayflower Dr. Loving husband to a Mrs. Vanessa Wilks.”

“You sons of bitches! If you hurt my wife, I’ll-”

Spencer smirked, chuckling under his breath, “Honey, did I hear him right? I mean it sounds like Mr. Wilks was just about to threaten us. But that can’t be right, I mean even an imbecile could tell that he is in no position to try and threaten us.” Click, the sound of Spencer flipping a switchblade rang through the air, “And you’re no imbecile,” he ran the tip of the blade along the man’s cheek, “are you, Anthony?”

“Play nice, sweetheart,” you smirked at Spencer, placing your hand on his shoulder and gently pulling him back from the trembling man. You pulled up a chair to face the man, “Sorry about my husband, he can be a bit theatrical at times. He’s from Vegas.”

“Please,” the man cried, “Please just tell me what you want. Is it money? I-I can give you all my money. Just please don’t hurt me or my wife.”

“Oh, Anthony,” you pouted, “We’re not monsters. We have no reason to hurt your wife, she seems like a good woman.”

The man sniffled, “She is,” he attempted to gather his breath, “She is a good woman.”

“Oh I know, Anthony. I know Vanessa is a good woman,” you smiled, “But,” you took in a breath, “She married a bad man. A very bad man, if you ask me.”

“W-what’re you talking about? I-I’ve never hurt anyone,” he explained.

“Hmm, funny,” you pretended to laugh, “You’re a horrible liar, Anthony. You see, my husband and I. Our sort of job is to find bad men like yourself and you know,” you clicked your tongue as you pulled Spencer’s old revolver from the back of your pants, “take em out.”

“No! No! Please, I haven’t done anything. I swear to God!” the man begged.

“Well, that’s just not true, is it, Anthony?” you shook your head, “Spence, honey, you can bring it in now!”

“W-what?” the man shuddered.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Spencer re-entered the dimly lit room, “This won’t hurt you, physically, that is.”

“Here you are, love,” Spencer handed you the small silver laptop. You kissed his cheek in thanks.

“Hey, that’s my laptop! What’re you..” the man moved to jump towards you.

Spencer was quick to pin him back into his chair as you pulled the laptop towards you, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mr. Wilks.”

“Tsk tsk, naughty boy,” you smirked as you clicked along his computer, “You’d think after years of catching sickos like you, we’d have seen it all by now,” you then grimaced at the obscene and vulgar pictures that were now appearing across Mr. Wilks’ desktop, “But you, Anthony,” your voice dripping with venom, “you’ve got to be one of the worst.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man’s eyes now glued to the floor.

“Well then let me remind you,” Spencer smirked before grabbing Anthony’s jaw roughly, forcing his eyes to now sear into the truly disturbing pictures on his own laptop, “God, you’re sick.” Spencer then threw Anthony’s head back, exposing the man’s entire neck.

“Y-you’re the sick o-ones,” the man struggled as he wriggled in Spencer’s grasp.

You let out a demeaning chuckle, “Well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black.” Spencer smiled smugly at your joke.

“Honey, I think you should do the honours,” Spencer offered as he kept the man pinned to the chair.

You snapped on your gloves, “Delighted,” you smiled, “Question is,” you then reached from the table behind you, now holding Spencer’s revolver in one hand and your own knife in the over, “How should I do it?”

Anthony’s eyes grew wide as his eyes set on the weapons in your grasp, “NO! PLEASE! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU! MERCY PLEASE!”

Spencer scoffed, “Mercy? Did you show any mercy when you took those photos, huh?” Spencer pressed his forearm to the man’s throat, “How about when you sold them? When you shared them with all the other sick bastards out there, huh? Did you show mercy then, Anthony, did you?”

“I-It was...a-a mistake, I-I...swear,” the man struggled to breathe as Spencer pressed further onto his throat.

“A mistake?” you scoffed this time, “Anthony, you’re really not helping your case,” you twirled your blade between your fingers, “But you did help my little dilemma.”

Spencer let up on the man’s throat a bit, he let out a gasp of air, “W-what’re you talking a-about?”

“My decision,” you held up the two weapons again, causing Anthony to flinch, “You’ve helped me decide which I’m going to use.”

“No! Please!” he continued to beg.

“Spence, gag him, would you?” you set down your gun, looking over the tip of your blade, “Screaming distracts me and I might cause some severe damage. Well, more severe.”

Spencer shoved a balled-up rag into the man’s mouth, his muffled screams continuing, “Shame, you don’t like when they scream, Y/N,” he spoke as he sharpened his own blade, “That’s one of my favorite parts.”

“That’s because you’re more patient than I am,” you giggled, kissing him on the cheek as you moved towards Anthony, blade in hand, “I’d hold still if I were you. Unless you want this to hurt a whole lot more.”

Anthony continued to beg through his gag as well as attempting to get free from his restraints, “I’d heed her advice, Anthony,” Spencer spoke as he continued to look over his blade, “My wife isn’t one for empty threats.”

Your blade sliced smoothly across Anthony’s skin, drawing drop after drop of blood, making it run down his body. Cut after cut, Anthony’s body tensing in pain and his screams growing louder as your blade continuously stabbed and sliced his once smooth skin.

After more than a dozen cuts, you stepped back, both you and Spencer admiring your handy work.

“A fine job, sweetheart,” Spencer pulled you to him, kissing the top of your head.

“Thanks,” you smiled, “I wanted to keep him somewhat conscious. Wouldn’t want to take all the fun from you.”

“How considerate of you,” Spencer chuckled, twirling his own blade between his fingers.

“Oh, nearly forgot,” you sauntered back over to the barely conscious man, pulling the rag from his mouth, “He likes you screamers,” you winked before tossing the rag aside.

“Fantastic,” Spencer snapped his own gloves on before moving towards Anthony’s nearly lifeless body.

Spencer wasn’t as “elegant” as you would deem yourself to be. His cuts and stabs were more brutal and rage-filled, I mean you couldn’t blame him. Years of pent-up trauma and nowhere to release it until now. Anthony’s pained groans and cries for help filled the air. You loved to revel in them, though you were one to get annoyed from the loudness but you took great satisfaction watching how Spencer enjoyed hearing the pain he was causing.

Spencer thrusts one more jolting stab through the man’s bloodied body, Anthony falling limp as Spencer walked back, “That should do it,” panting slightly.

You watched as the breath practically left the man’s body, “Serves him right. Fucking sicko.”

“Well make that one less fucking sicko in the world,” Spencer smiled.

You turned, grinning at him, “All thanks to us.”

“All thanks to us,” Reid replied, still a little breathless, he gave you a smirk before attacking your lips.

A combination of gnashing teeth, tongue dancing, and hard kisses continued between you and Spencer for moments. His hands dug into your waist, slamming you onto the nearby table. Reid’s lips moved from yours to biting and licking across your neck, surely leaving all sorts of marks. Your hands tussled with his belt buckle as you could feel his hardening length brushing up against your dampening core.

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Suddenly the sound of police sirens filled the nearby air.

“Shit,” Spencer hissed as he peeled himself from you.

You quickly hopped off the table, “Should’ve known they’d show up sooner or later. The team really does know how to kill a mood.”

Spencer chuckled as he gathered your supplies into your bag while you situated the laptop on the table you and Spencer had nearly fucked on just moments ago.

“Ready?” Spencer zipped the bag. You nodded before taking his hand and exiting through the back of the abandoned building, your getaway car hidden in the depths of the surrounding forest. You and Spencer exchanged quiet laughs and smiles of victory as you made your escape.

BANG! CRASH!

Morgan bursts through the broken-down door first, his gun already aimed as he made his way around. Prentiss and Rossi following closely behind. S.W.A.T following them with J.J. and Hotch on the tail end of the group. Each group checking the rooms of the abandoned building.

Multiple callings of “Clear!” rang through each and every room.

“Got something!” Prentiss called from the middle of the main room. The rest of the team joining them. Now they all stood around the mangled man that you and Spencer had mercilessly killed just moments before their arrival.

“Think it’s them again?” J.J. asked as they all looked over the body.

They all turned to see Rossi returning to the group with a note in hand, “Sorry we missed one another again. But we did leave you a nice little present. Anthony Wilks, a grade-A sicko. You’re welcome. Love, The Reids.”

“There’s this too,” Hotch handed the laptop over to Morgan. As soon as he clicked the on button, the vulgar images returned, causing the team to shudder.

Morgan snapped the laptop shut, “What now?”

“We continue to review the evidence in hopes that we-”

“Hotch!” Morgan cut him off, causing the other three to jump a bit, “They have outsmarted us every damn time. Every time we think we’re nearly there, they’re another twelve steps ahead of us,” he took a sharp inhale, “I think it’s time we just accept the truth.”

“And what’s that Derek?” Rossi asked.

“That we’re never going to beat them.”

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