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laws of attraction | spencer reid x reader | chapter 3

Description: "The law of attraction is the attractive, magnetic power of the Universe that manifests through everyone and through everything. It is part of the creative power of the Universe. Even the law of gravity is part of the law of attraction. This law attracts thoughts, ideas, people, situations, circumstances, and the things you think about." She was cynical about love. She didn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or that the universe brought you together. She believed in science, facts, and statistics. Her experience had taught her that love didn't exist, so she wasn't hell bent on finding it. She was just the broken girl with a tragic backstory she wouldn't let anyone see. But when she gets bumped up to a job working for BAU as a personal forensics analyst at Quantico, she meets someone that might just make her believe in love again. He might have too. {SET AFTER SEASON 13 OF CRIMINAL MINDS}. Warnings: adult language, some adult themes, blood, gore. Couple: Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Read new chapters ahead of time here on Wattpad ————————————————————

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter 3

first case

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The pictures flashing on the board were gruesome, truly. There was blood absolutely everywhere, so much that the walls almost looked like they were painted with it. It made your stomach churn because of the damage done to the bodies, but otherwise you seemed unfazed.

"Last week, the Anderson's were all brutally murdered in their home in Orlando, Florida. The children were both beaten with their father's golf clubs and then strangled with their mother's pearl necklaces. The parents were then stabbed repeatedly and left to bleed out in front of their dead children." As you looked at he pictures up close in the virtual case file, your eyebrows furrowed. Pictures of the children's faces flooded your vision, their faces caked in blood with streaks visible from tear tracks. Their eyes seemed to stare vacantly and blindly, glazed over while their mouths lay open and breathless. Their necks had a ring of sickly purple dots, pearls laying in their hair and on their bodies. Their clothes were bloody and torn in places, and bruises adorned the otherwise pristine white skin. Your eyes went vacant as you then looked at the parents, red pools of blood spread around them like a bedsheet. The mothers hair was caked in blood, the blonde strands now dip dyed a hideous red. The father's beard was stained with it, his white button up torn to shreds. You swiped again and a new family popped up on the screen, every picture more gruesome than the last.

"Y/n?" Prentiss' voice snapped you out of your daze, hands shaking a bit as you closed the tablet. You'd never seen anything like this where you worked before, and you didn't think there'd be a shortage here. You noticed the room was empty except for Penelope, who was still standing at the front of the room.

"We're heading out. Got your bags?" You felt around for your messenger bag you'd packed full of essentials the night before.

"Yeah, I got it." You offered a weak smile before standing up, following her as she walked to the door at the end of the room. Penelope stopped you as you walked.

"It gets easier after a while, trust me." She gave you a comforting smile in an effort to reassure you. You sent a meek one back.

"I hope so."

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The jet ride seemed agonizingly long, especially since those crime scene photos were engrained in your mind. It was like time was slowing down as you stared at the clouds outside your window, legs pulled to your chest as your hands picked nervously at the fabric of your pants.

"You okay?" You were startled a little bit by a voice, looked up into the aisle to see a concerned looking Spencer with his hands in his pockets. You just shrugged. He sat down across from you, almost waiting for you to say something. "You aren't used to this, are you?" You shook your head.

"Hell no. I worked for a lame ass police department who could barely afford proper lab equipment before this. My whole day was spent trying to figure out what drug was on a person's t-shirt."

"That big of a jump?"

"Yeah. I mean, I expected to jump into things right away but...not this. Not this brutal. And not this young." There was a moment of silence between the two of you, your eyes and mind drifting off to a place hidden deep in your mind that you didn't want to go again. Finally, your mouth opened and you spoke what you were thinking aloud. "How many cases with kids do you guys have?"

"I'm pretty sure we've all lost count by now." Another silence.

"See, I took this job to get away from the boring. It was like every day was planned out for me, and when I got this job opportunity it was like life would finally be exciting. This is not what I meant by exciting." The two of you let out a small laugh before Prentiss asked everyone to come together to look over everything one more time before the jet landed.

"Okay, so, let's look over this again before we land. Garcia, did you find any connection between both families?" Garcia's face popped up on the screens of the jet.

"Nothing I can see. The Anderson's were easy going people, father was a lawyer, mother stayed at home, went to church every Sunday. The Kirkland's were similar except the kids were teenagers, the mother worked at a bank and the father was a mechanic at a local garage."

"The unsub has to be using some type of ruse to get into the house. Social worker, sales rep, cleaning service." Alvez spoke with certainty and confidence; you felt like you didn't fit in with everyone since they were so experienced at this and you got shaken up over some dead kids.

"It's also possible both families knew the unsub. Maybe a teacher or a church goer."

"Wouldn't be anything associated with church or school, neither of the families attended the same ones." The team talked in amongst themselves and threw out theories before Garcia spoke again. "Uh, guys? A third family was just found this morning. The Davidson's. Mom, Eleanor, was 38, father James was 40, daughter Carol who was 16, and son Adam who was 12." You decided not to look at any of the pictures, knowing full well you'd just have to go anyway. They continued talking for a moment before Emily started giving out assignments.

"-and Reid, you'll go with Y/N to the crime scene." He gave you a small smile and you smiled back, staring out the window again as the plane approached its landing.

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"So you've never been out in the field before?" Spencer asked you the question out of curiosity as you two stepped out of the large black sedan.

"A few times, but nothing as brutal as this. Mainly just shootings and overdoses." You wrung your hands nervously as you approached the sealed off house. The looming police tape gave you a sense of dread that hung over you like a dark cloud.

"So how'd you end up getting into the bureau?"

"My boss sent in an application for me a few years ago since I was 'outstanding in my field' as he put it. Basically I could analyze almost 100 pieces of evidence a day as opposed to my coworker's 60, and successfully reconstructed over 50 crime scenes." You opened the door to the house, noticing the bloody footprints leading into the house from the door. You bent down to look at it, evidence markers next to each one. "First glance I'd have to say it's a size 8 work boot, most likely rubber soles." You walked further into the room, Spencer trailing behind. He looked over the scene.

"There was some sort of struggle. Picture frames are knocked over and the lamp is broken." You walked over to the center of the living room, looking at the four bodies laying on the ground. The sight repulsed you, and you momentarily looked away. You shook yourself out, remembering you had a job to do.

"The mother and father were positioned here, and the children across from them. He made them sit across from each other and bound their hands with barbed wire it looks like, based off the puncture wounds. It would make it impossible for them to struggle with hurting themselves further in the process."

"He grabbed the statuette from the table next to the couch." Reid walked over to the table, looking at the empty space. "He beat the children with it almost to death, before strangling them with the father's neckties." You crouched over the two children's bodies, lifting up their clothes in spots.

"He knew exactly where to hit them to inflict maximum pain but prolong the death until the exact moment he wanted to kill them. He avoided hitting the head so they wouldn't be knocked unconscious, but he broke almost all their joints. No doubt it was so the parents would hear their screams." Spencer walked to the parents, leaning over their bodies as you stood across from him.

"Then he cut the parents, avoiding every major artery so they wouldn't bleed out as fast. The unsub has to have extensive medical knowledge or experience to know this much about how to prolong his victim's torture." You took a moment to collect yourself from the gruesome scene, looking at the trail of bloody footprints. You followed it, stopping at a chair that sat in a corner in the foyer. You noticed a smooth bloody glove print on the side of the chair. Your eyes trailed to scuff marks on the floor, sliding the chair to the end of them.

The chair landed right in the middle of the hallway, looking directly at the family.

"He watched them as they died."

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laws of attraction | spencer reid x reader | chapter two

Description: "The law of attraction is the attractive, magnetic power of the Universe that manifests through everyone and through everything. It is part of the creative power of the Universe. Even the law of gravity is part of the law of attraction. This law attracts thoughts, ideas, people, situations, circumstances, and the things you think about." She was cynical about love. She didn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or that the universe brought you together. She believed in science, facts, and statistics. Her experience had taught her that love didn't exist, so she wasn't hell bent on finding it. But when she gets bumped up to a job working for BAU as a personal forensics analyst at Quantico, she meets someone that might just make her believe in love again. He might have too. {SET AFTER SEASON 13 OF CRIMINAL MINDS}. Warnings: adult language, some adult themes. Couple: Spencer Reid x Female Reader. ————————————————————

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

not-so-flattering first impression

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The breeze coming through your window was almost comforting, and the sound of your alarm clock left you with pure excitement and joy for the first time in a long time. You practically threw the plush sheets off your body before hopping up, starting the water up in the shower and turning it on as hot as was tolerable. You sang loudly in the shower, blasting out any note that came to your mind as you started to wake up from the water. You turned the water off and dried quickly, using a blowdryer to make sure you didn't waste any time.

When you'd gotten the job, they said they'd recommend you dress business casual, but the dress code was pretty loose. You put on a pair of black dressier jeans, tucking in a grey band t-shirt under the hem. You made it look a little more dressed up by adding a blazer and heeled boots, slipping a long dangling silver necklace and matching bracelet on. You grabbed a donut on the way out, making sure not to forget your satchel and your copy of Introducing Chaos before heading out the door. Your keys jangled from your hip as you hopped down the flights of stairs to the parking garage, approaching the dark blue Jeep you drove to work. When your keys turned in the ignition rock music blasted through the speakers, leaving you bobbing to the music as you pulled onto the road.

About 15 minutes later (maybe 20, thanks to traffic) you arrive at the FBI building, showing the security guard your badge. You took the elevator up to the 4th floor, taking in a deep breath right before the doors opened. People bustled around as you gawked at the pristine glass doors leading into the BAU, preparing yourself for whatever was to come with this new opportunity you'd been handed. You clutched the book to your side and adjusted your bag, stepping out of the elevator doors. You walked forward with a pep in your step, flinging the glass door wide open-

-and right into a passing figure, sending coffee all down the front of his sweater vest.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" You sputtered out almost a million apologies a minute, searching in your bag for napkins which you hastily handed to the man. He assured you it was no big deal and that "on the bright side, the stain wouldn't show anyway since it matched the color of the fabric". You still felt terrible for it, continuously apologizing. You didn't realize you'd dropped your book in the scuffle, both of you reaching down to pick it up at the same time.

Delightful cliche rom-com trope. Too bad life isn't like the movies.

Your hands brushed for only a second before he picked it up for you, a blush rising on your cheeks. When you stood up, you got a good look at him and his features.

His eyes were a comforting hazel color, a warm smile on the bottom half of his face. His hair was long, dark, and curly and you took notice that he'd occasionally run his hands through it to push it back. He was right about the whole stain thing; you couldn't really see it on his brown sweater vest, but a small bit of the coffee stain was noticeable on his white button up that was underneath it. He wore a suit jacket over the top and a tie, making you suddenly feel very dressed down. Everything about him screamed sophistication, and everything about you screamed grow out of the 90's grunge phase already. He was attractive, no doubt about it. His eyes glanced down at the book.

"Chaos theory?"

"Y-Yeah. It's one of the many topics I find increasingly interesting. Well, it's the latest in personal research topics I've taken up to keep my mind busy."

"You have personal research topics?"

"Shocking I know, but I find that keeping the mind sharp and invested in some sort of grounding topic helps to focus. Mine just happen to be scientific and philosophical." He laughed a small bit, making you laugh in return. "Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Y/N L/N. I'll be working as an on-site forensics specialist and lab analyst."

"Dr.Spencer Reid. Prentiss didn't tell us that we were getting an analyst."

"Analyst? What? There's someone knew I didn't know about? How is this possible, I know everything." A very colorful woman came through the doors, standing taller than you due to her heels. Her blonde hair had various decorations strewn about in it, accompanied by many bracelets and a matching colored dress with a bright pattern. She held out her arm aggressively for you to shake, and you took it.

"Penelope Garcia, technical analyst. Nice to meet you." Her smile was warm and inviting, and you could tell this was someone you'd be easy to get along with. And truth be told, that was rare.

"Y/N L/N, forensic specialist and lab analyst. Nice to meet you, as well Penelope." You smiled back at her before putting your hands in your pockets. You heard your name called and turned, seeing the only familiar face of Emily Prentiss smiling at you with her hand outstretched.

"Agent L/N, nice to see you again. I see you've met Garcia and Dr.Reid?"

"Uh, yeah. I have. And please, call me Y/N. I really hate the formalities."

"Of course. I hope your okay to jump right into things with the rest of the team? We just got a new case in."

"Of course. To be truthful with you I've been waiting pretty much all week for this."

"Great. Follow me and I'll introduce you to everyone else." She started walking towards a small set of stairs and you followed her, the two other agents following behind. As they did, Garcia leaned over and semi-whispered to Reid.

"Did you know she was coming?" Spencer shook his head slowly as his eyes stayed on your confident and almost overjoyed demeanor and walk. The way you carried yourself spoke to him that you were more excited about this than anyone else here, which was odd considering you'd be up close and personal with all the blood and gore being a forensic specialist and all.

"No, Emily didn't tell me anything." His eyes never left you as your hair swished back and forth, hands not quite sure whether they wanted to rest in your back pockets or the ones in your blazer. He found it especially unique that you wore a simple t-shirt under a blazer to work, but it was just another thing that made you stand out. He didn't snap out of his observation session until Penelope snapped her hand in his face.

"Helloooo? Earth to Dr.Reid. Why'd you just zone off for like a good few minutes there? You almost tripped up the stairs." He didn't notice they were stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading out of the bullpen until just then.

"I, Uh, don't know-" Penelope let out a gasp.

"You think she's cute, don't you?" Her face lit up like a Christmas tree as Spencer started rambling.

"What? N-No we just met. I mean, yes she's attractive but I-"

"Ohhhh, you totally do." She ran off up the stairs giggling. Truth was, yes, he did find you attractive. The way you profusely apologized about accidentally making him spill coffee all over himself even after he told you repeatedly it was fine made him smile a little bit, and your eccentric nature was a nice reprieve from both the horrors of the job and the sometimes overbearing uniqueness of one Penelope Garcia. It was like you were certainly more extroverted than him, but not quite so much as Garcia. He found it to be a nice balance. Of course, he barely knew you, only having talked to you for about 5 minutes about a book he hadn't read in a few years. Although that did intrigue him too; you were easy to jump into conversation with, and for once he'd met someone who shared similar interests and reading habits as he did. To him, your presence was a bit...refreshing.

He entered the room and sat down at the table in his usual spot, which you now sat across from. The rest of those who hadn't met you look slightly confused at your presence. Prentiss stood up as you followed suit.

"Everyone, I know this is an unexpected surprise but meet Y/N L/N. She's going to be our onsite forensics analyst and specialist, since recently lab results have been unnecessarily slow in the recent cases." You waved shyly, feeling all eyes on you. Everyone else in the room smiled, offering a wave back. "Y/N, these are agents Luke Alvez, Matt Simmons, David Rossi, Jennifer Jureau-" The blonde haired woman interrupted briefly.

"You can call me JJ."

"-and Dr.Tara Lewis. Y/N is going to be joining us in the field from now on to assist with crime scene analysis and reconstruction."

"Fair warning, I'm used to being behind a lab desk so if I seem a little overwhelmed at first don't be surprised." You sat back down, scanning the room again. There were a few chuckles from some people, and the man sitting across from you held a wide and welcoming smile, as if to say 'Welcome to the team.'

"Alright, lets get started."

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laws of attraction | spencer reid x reader {Chapter One}

Description: "The law of attraction is the attractive, magnetic power of the Universe that manifests through everyone and through everything. It is part of the creative power of the Universe. Even the law of gravity is part of the law of attraction. This law attracts thoughts, ideas, people, situations, circumstances, and the things you think about." She was cynical about love. She didn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or that the universe brought you together. She believed in science, facts, and statistics. Her experience had taught her that love didn't exist, so she wasn't hell bent on finding it. But when she gets bumped up to a job working for BAU as a personal forensics analyst at Quantico, she meets someone that might just make her believe in love again. He might have too. {SET AFTER SEASON 13 OF CRIMINAL MINDS}. Warnings: adult language, some adult themes. Couple: Spencer Reid x Female Reader. A/N: Hey guys! I want to thank you all for reading this today. I’m literally brand new to tumblr so I have no idea how this works but here’s a try I guess. 😂 I post more frequently on Wattpad and I have more stories there so check out my account on there: cosmic_cactus. You can also read chapters of this story ahead of time there. ——————————————————————————.Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

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You were confident in the statement that your love life was pretty non-existent. Not by choice, obviously; since you were young you'd always been the hopeless romantic type, always hung up on fictional stories of love fueled tragedy, like Romeo and Juliet. You had taken a fondness to screaming breakup songs in your car on your way to work, often finding yourself sitting in the car in the parking lot for a few extra minutes.

Your life was also very bland and unnecessarily boring. Everyday was the same monotonous routine-

Wake up in the small cramped bedroom. Eat the same shitty tasting breakfast cereal you ate every morning before brushing your teeth to make the taste even worse.

Get dressed in the same old boring uniform-which you didn't see a use to since it was always covered with a lab coat-and head off to work.

Jam out to music that made your makeup run while stuck in a traffic jam, get yelled at by your boss for being late, then head to your lab station to find 6 million fresh evidence bags on the table for you to analyze (you were a forensic analyst for the [your hometown] police department). And it wasn't even cool evidence either, just finding fingerprints on t-shirts and cellphones.

Then when that was over you go home, strip down to your pajamas, turn on a romcom or horror movie, cry and eat ice cream, then go to sleep at 1:36 am just to wake up the next morning and do it all on repeat. Not to mention looking at old family photos that reminded you of a past with so many dark secrets and skeletons in the closet you desperately wanted to throw away and burn.

And to exaggerate on the fact of a terrible love life, none of your relationships seemed to work out. 9 months, 10 months, 2 months, a week, and most recently, a year and a half. It was like Cupid decided to take a day off whenever you went out to find any sort of love. Either that or he just decided you were the one he wanted to give the middle finger.

But today you had a new start. All of the work it took for you to get here seemed to be worth it, like you were finally back on track.

You'd just ended the year and a half long relationship with an extremely toxic, manipulative, borderline psychopathic ex-boyfriend who did not take it well, so it was a good thing you were leaving the state far far away from him. When you'd gotten the call about getting the job, it was like whatever god was above had answered your prayers.

Instead of your boring monotone job working at the PD, you were headed to Quantico Virginia to be an on-site forensic specialist and analyst with the FBI's famed Behavioral Analysis Unit. You'd be working in the FBI lab on normal days and local cases, but would be traveling with the team whenever out of state cases came up. It was like a dream come true; you could see everything you'd ever wanted to, travel, and get paid for it.

That perpetual smile landed on your face as you lugged the suitcases up the stairs of your apartment building and to the door. You opened it with a click, looking at the fresh looking apartment, only filled with a few basic pieces of furniture like a sofa and chair. A kitchenette was in the corner of the room, and a hallway branched out to lead to a much bigger bedroom than your last one and a cleaner bathroom than the last. You put your bags down inside and closed the door, waiting for your boxes to arrive tomorrow.

"Time for a fresh start."