#Penelope Gacias

[starch1ldz]

In the bau gc:

Penelope: SHARKS DON'T HAVE BONES??

Y/n: No, they have cartilage skeletons.

Emily: "I'm gonna send this to the gc watch y/n be like "oh you didn't know that already?"- Pen

Penelope: not in a bad way! I just knew you'd know.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

You owe me ten bucks (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Warnings: None Word count: ~764 Summary: It’s based on the prompt about your OTP going Laser tagging and person A pushed person B into the corner, kisses and shots them and then leaves.

Ever since you've joined the team, you made it your task to organize a team-bonding-event every two months. No Excuses. The Team liked it, especially since your presence alone cheered them up (one of the many reasons Jack thought of you as his best babysitter/aunt) and that was why everyone was excited when you told them about your plans to go laser tagging. Usually, you avoided activities that were somewhat 'similar' to your work, but after you'd tried it with your new boyfriend, you decided to give it a shot with the whole team. Speaking of your new boyfriend, well, he'd be there too. Your new boyfriend was Doctor Spencer Reid, your fellow teammate and genius. In a case, where both you and Spence were trapped, both of you kissed when you were sure you'd die any second. To make a long story short, you didn't die, decided to go on a date and after about five of them, you made the both of you official. Well, not officially official. In fact, only the both of you knew about it, since you -firstly- didn't want to have 'the talk' (about workplace behaviour and etc.) with Hotch, and -secondly - wanted to know if they'd find out due to their profiling skills, or due to catching the both of you during one of your rare couple moments . You've bet 10 bucks on the latter, while Spence was sure that they'd figure it out by themselves sooner or later. But back to the topic. Laser tag. You were sitting on the counter in the main hall of the Laser Tag Place, a bottle of soda in your hand while your legs swang a bit for and backwards, while Derek and Spencer stood at an Arcaden-basketball machine. Derek set a new high score, while Spencer didn't even manage to land more than four balls. The three of you've been the first to arrive, even though you and Spence made sure not to come at the same time, and now waited for the others to come. As on cue, Emily and JJ opened the door, walking towards you, both of them hugging you and after they've also greeted the boys, the three off you started chatting. It only took a few minutes for Aaron and Penelope to arrive (Aaron excusing Rossi, who couldn't come for some reason) which made you complete. Let the fun begin.

You had no idea how it escalated so quickly, but not even five minutes after you've started playing it was a game of life or death. It was everyone for him/herself. As far as you noticed, Derek had barricaded himself in one of the towerlike buildings, busy shooting Penelope who made the mistake to always go back to him in hope of getting revenge, while Aaron silently sneaked through the maze, soon developing a pattern which you managed to avoid and Emily and J.J. hat teamed up (even though it was only a question of time until they'd betray each other) and managed to be so loud that you were able to shoot them and disappear before they knew what was happening. The only one you weren't able to find was your favorite Genius. Because he found you. You were aiming at Penny who was walking into Derek's Direction a few feet away from you when you heard his smooth voice greet you. "Got you," he said, while you turned around, hands and weapon raised. "Yep. It seems like you managed to trap me," you hummed, nodding your head matter-of-factly. But opposite to what you just said, you holstered your weapon and walked over to him, making sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. It looked like Spencer wanted to say something, but he was quite literally speechless, especially when you pushed him into the corner only a few inches behind him and pressed your lips to his, standing on your tiptoes since you were relatively seen smaller than him (!if you're not, say he stood on his tiptoes!). He was just about to intensify the kiss when he heard the familiar sound of his vest telling him he'd been shot.   You pulled back, winked, turned around and went to leave when you heard a high-pitched scream. Almost in slow-motion, Spencer's and your head turned into the direction of Penelope who was almost bouncing with excitement about the newest addition of team-knowledge. Knowing that there was no way that your relationship with him could stay a secret after that, you turned to Spencer smirking and said, "You owe me ten bucks."

[andreafmn]

Running In Circles - Chapter 2

Word Count: 2,663

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 2/?

Chapter Description: The team goes back to work as Aaron Hotchner considers retiring from the team and spend time with his son. (Y/n) can’t help but provide emotional support for the Hotchner boys.

A/N: I enjoy angst and slow burns way too much XD. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

Once it was over, the interviews came. We knew the story. We lived it. The case was open and shut. They could try and make us pint it all on Hotch, the easy way out, but we knew better. And we would stand next to our unit chief whatever the price.

Haley’s funeral was no easier than being at the scene. It was a somber day and the sadness was imprinted in us. We all walked with dropped shoulders and a tight chest. I stood between Derek and Reid, using Morgan as support because I felt that my legs would give out at any moment. My father stood behind me rubbing circles on my back to comfort me. As we laid the roses on top of the casket, we laid to rest the life of Haley, a woman I only knew through the loving words Hotch spoke of.

The group did not know what to do to help the heartbroken man. It would take time to heal even just the smallest bit of his heart. All we could hope for was that he would come back to the team.

At the worst possible moment, the phone rings. No other team available and someone in need, we had to go to work. We all rolled our eyes or shook our heads; this was the job. But would it be the same without him?

I went to Hotch before we left and gave him a hug.

“Call me if you guys need anything,” he said.

“Just take care of your son,” I smiled, and he softly returned one of his own. I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and left to join the team.

On the plane, we were caught up with the case. We stored all our feelings and got the machines running. We needed to finish this quickly and perfectly.

Two women, both brunettes and young, high-powered executives, murdered in their own homes, the floor around them decorated with flower petals. After Emily and Derek visited the crime scene, we had another part of the puzzle, the unsub was stalking his victims. Everything just seemed so perfect and staged, there was no way he was not prepared.

I stayed with JJ in the station working on the announcement and trying to figure something else from the details provided and the crime scene photos, but JJ could see my head wasn’t in it completely for the first time.

“Hey,” she said, taking my attention from the piece of paper I had been eyeing for the past five minutes. “What’s on your mind? Talk to me.”

“Is it wrong that I feel bad for being here?” I sighed. “Working like nothing’s happened.”

“Of course not, we all feel a bit guilty,” she smiled. “I know you most of all.”

My eyes opened in shock.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). Everyone knows you have a not-so-secret crush on Hotch,” she laughed. “The only one that can’t see it is him. And probably your dad. Parents can be quite oblivious to their children’s feelings in this way.”

My head flew into my hands to cover the embarrassment that was flooding my cheeks. It was one thing to assume the whole team knew, another was to have it confirmed.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), we’ll see what comes of it. What I can say is that you can’t let this stop you from doing your job.”

She smiled one last time and it was all I needed to push Aaron Hotchner to the back of my mind and bring the case forward.

“Find anything?” My father asked entering the small room at the police station, Reid following behind.

“Several people had access to each home,” I said rubbing my temple. “Housekeeper, gardener, pool cleaner, dog walker…”

“Each with their own key and an alibi to match,” JJ added, an annoyed tone rolling off her tongue.

“Any crossover?”

“None. We even vetted delivery people and utility workers.” I sighed.

“Garcia, do you have anything?” Reid said, sitting down.

“There’s no hits at the prints at all. But I did what Sir Derek there asked, and I created a paper trail,” Penny explained. “There’s no cross-over between the two victims themselves in the weeks leading up to their murders, but they did run in similar circles.”

Penelope continued to explain how both victims lived quite a lavish and high-class lifestyle as Emily and Derek joined us. We figured this man would fit right in this crowd. Educated, intelligent, a gentleman. What we had yet to pinpoint was how the unsub entered the homes with no signs of forced entry. It was clear we were not going to make any headway tonight and Derek knew it too. So, he decided we should be done for the day and we would come back tomorrow well-rested and with fresh eyes.

That night I laid in the bed of my hotel room staring at the ceiling. All I could think of was Hotch and everything he was going through. I could only imagine.

And as if by fate, my phone rang. Aaron Hotchner.

“Hello?”

“Oh,” Hotch said surprised. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I guess I’m just worried about you.”

He chuckled softly. “You really shouldn’t.”

“But I do, Hotch.”

He stayed silent, only his slow breathing was heard through the phone.

“Did I fail her?” He asked after some minutes of comfortable silence.

“Absolutely not.”

“I promised her that I would catch Foyet and spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

“And you still can.”

“But” he exhaled loudly. “How?”

“By being the best father you can be to Jack and continue living your life in the best way you can.”

“You know, Dave told me that I had to figure out what kind of father I wanted to be and then I’d know what to do. But I have no idea what that is.”

“Hotch…”

“I’m serious,” he interrupted. “I don’t know what kind of father I am. I catch killers. I save lives. I’m a hero until my key hits the front door, and then I’m just the father who’s never there. Haley was raising Jack all by herself and that was my support blanket. I was able to do my job because I knew he was cared for by another parent. A better parent.”

He sobbed softly as the last words escaped his mouth.

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I said, trying my best not to sound angry. “To that little boy, you are the only real hero that exists. He knows that when you’re not home it’s because you’re out here catching the bad guys like Foyet and making the world better for his sake. He knows that everything you do is out of love for him.

You know, when I was little my dad was absent quite a lot because of this job, but there was one thing that I knew for sure, that he loved me more than anything and that he worked better and faster because he wanted to come back home to me. And never ever have I resented him for leaving and catching the bad guys. He’s the reason I became an FBI agent.

You are an amazing father and anything you choose will be the right thing for Jack.”

After a minute of sobs, Hotch started to calm down.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You have no idea how much I needed that right now,” he cleared his throat. “How’s the case going?”

“Nope,” I laughed. “Not going to talk about the case.”

“Really?” He chuckled.

“Yes, Hotch. Take a breather. You deserve it.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, and I could hear his smile through the phone.

We had been talking for about an hour when I heard him yawn.

“Seems you’re getting sleepy there, Hotchner.” I laughed. “We should both get some rest. If it’s 3 am over here it must be 2 am in Washington. So, good night and see you soon.”

“Good night, (Y/N). Again, thank you. Sweet dreams.” And he hung up.

And finally, I drifted to sleep.

The next morning, we were up and ready for business.

“We believe our unsub is already with his next victim,” my father started. “If he matches the patter, she’ll be a successful woman, probably brunette, early 30s to mid-40s. She’ll be at home in Nashville’s upper echelon.”

“This means that he fits in,” I explained. “He drives the right car, he wears the right clothes, he’s highly intelligent. He probably comes from a place of status.”

“This guy’s sociable and he’s endearing,” said Morgan. “You would never suspect that this man is capable of murder. But he will do whatever it takes to protect the fantasy that he’s trying to relive.”

“It’s this fantasy which fuels his drive. He’s reliving a romantic evening and recreating it with each of his victims.”

“He most likely had a relationship taken away from him,” Derek crossed his arms. “So, look at men who have lost loved ones or have gone through a messy divorce.”

After finishing with the profile, we set out to establishments that fit the criteria to possibly get a suspect. As we worked, we got a call. Another crime scene, but this one was different.

A male victim. Overkill on the female. Something made him change his M.O.

Out in the garage, Reid and I looked for any sort of clues and I noticed his sight direct to the car. There may be another way we could connect the victims and how the unsub made their way into their homes.

Finally, Garcia had something with the hunch Spencer had figured. She overlaid all the geographical routes the victims had taken against the geo profile to show what we were missing with any paper trail. Although it was not a clear answer, Erika Silverman was the only one that did not fit the extravagant lifestyle and she only went and came from her work or her home. Except on Tuesday, where she went to the Botanical Gardens, what was she doing there? JJ, Reid, and I left for the gardens to find out.

And just as we had suspected, there had been an event to which Erika had attended. And a puzzle piece revealed itself.

“An event up here would be a hard sell for women in heels,” JJ commented.

“Well, most of our private events hire valets to drive the cars down to the base of the park so they don’t have to hike it up the hill.”

“Who had access to your keys but goes unseen?” Reid asked.

“And to your GPS,” I added.

“Dealerships program your home address into the navigation system before your car even leaves the lot.”

“He had turn-by-turn directions straight to her front door and the keys to get him inside,” I pointed.

We now had how he got his victims and how he entered their house without force. Now, all we had to do was pinpoint his next victim and see who he was.

JJ was instructed to get dad and Prentiss to pick up the owner of the valet service used in the event, and Derek, Reid, and I stayed behind to canvass the employees. We could catch this guy in action unless he had already gotten his next victim.

Joe Belser. That was our unsub. With the profile, the owner was able to point out the suspect quickly. And off we were.

JJ, Reid, and I headed to the venue and the rest of the team went to Belser’s house. He wasn’t in the apartment, but they had found the meaning behind the roses and universal garage door openers. In the venue, Reid called Garcia to see which of the VIP guests could be the next potential victim.

Ann Herron was the next victim, and he was already at her house.

“FBI! PUT IT DOWN!” Derek screamed, blinding Joe with his flashlight. I walked in from behind Derek and kneed Belser’s stomach. He fell to the ground groaning and Emily grabbed the man by the throat to immobilize him.

“Fantasy’s over,” she spat. “Is that what you did to them? You hit them to shut them up and then forced them to play along with your sick delusion?”

 “I love them,” Joe said sinisterly.

“You’re finally gonna meet your soulmate, Joe,” I added from behind Prentiss. “In prison.”

“Only you’re not gonna be able to push him around like you did those women,” Emily continued. “And when he comes for you in the middle of the night, when you’re least expecting it, you do me a favor. Play along.” 

She stood the man up forcibly and put him in handcuffs and I went outside to check on the victim.

“How is she?” Derek asked walking out of the house with my father.

“She’s strong,” I said closing the ambulance door. “She’ll make it. But you don’t survive something like that without scars.”

“Scars remind us where we’ve been,” my father commented. “They don’t have to dictate where we’re going.”

He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my head as we walked back to the SUVs, finally on our way home.

The next day, I called up my dad so he would accompany me to Haley’s grave. Something told me I had to go. At the cemetery, I saw what the pull was. Sitting in front of the headstone less grave was Hotch. I walked up to him first, my father close behind. Hotch lifted his head and stared into my eyes, sitting up slightly.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here,” I spoke softly. “Have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?” He mused.

“That you’re coming back to the team,” my father joined his left side. Hotch looked at him. “That fighting the bad guys is who you are.”

Hotch lowered his head and shook it. “I don’t have to tell her. She already knows.”

I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and gave him a soft smile. My father did the same and walked to my side, so we’d retreat, giving Hotch some space.

“So, do you want me to drive you back to your house?” My father asked.

“No,” I smiled. “I’m gonna stay with Hotch for a bit and then I’ll go home.”

“Okay, darling.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll pick you up on Monday then. Ciao, Mia Bella.”

“Bye, dad.”

Once my dad left, I sat down on a bench and waited for Hotch.

“(Y/N), you’re still here?” Hotch questioned with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, thought you might want some company.”

“Truthfully,” he chuckled. “I do. Thank you.”

“How about this, we pick up Jack, you guys come over and I crack open a present I had for Jack.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he motioned me to his car. “Let’s go.”

We drove quietly to his apartment, only the low volume of the radio and the sound of our breathing could be heard. It didn’t take long to arrive at the complex, where he opened the car door for me and led me upstairs. Inside apartment #121, was Jessica Brooks, Haley’s sister, and Jack playing a card game.

“(Y/N)!” Jack screamed as soon as I walked through the door, running to give me a hug.

“Hey, buddy!” I hugged back.

“Hotch, you’re back,” she exclaimed. “Good to see you again, (Y/N).”

“Good to see you, too,” I smiled. “How you holding up?”

“As good as I can be.” She answered as she began to gather her things. “Well, I’ll see you soon. Bye, little guy.”

“Bye, Aunt Jessica.”

“Bye, guys.” She said as she left.

“Hey, little man,” I directed to Jack. “I’ve got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“How about you to pack a go-bag and you and dad come over so we can open a present I have for you?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed as he sped off to his room to pack.

“I think you should go help him,” I smiled at Hotch. “If I have any memory of being a kid, they’re not very good at packing.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Maybe I should.”

I waited for both father and son to pack for the night asking myself why I was putting myself in this position. Growing closer to a man I had a 0% chance with. But I couldn’t help it. All in all, he was my friend, and he needed all the support he could get.

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A/N: if you wish to be tagged for the next parts, please let me know. I’d be happy to. <3

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The team in the briefing room

Emily:

JJ:

Reid:

Morgan:

Rossi:

Hotch:

Garcia: Alright, alright! I'll tell you what I know stop torturing me!!

[lovelybarnes]

main masterlist . requests

aaron hotchner masterlist

spencer reid masterlist

penelope garcia masterlist

[anepiphany]

garcia: if you were a drink, what would you be? i think i’d be that unicorn frappuccino from starbucks

morgan: i’d be a martini. or beer.

jj: orange juice, maybe?

reid: bleach

emily: sewage

rossi: alright edgelords, please calm down

[spencers-renaissance]

2020 Edit Recs

I’ve done quite a few fic recs this year, so I thought it was time to give credit to some of my favourite gif/edit makers and share their beautiful art! 

@criminalmindsvibez

literally every single one of emily’s amazing edits deserve to be seen and shared so please check out her masterlist, but here are three of my favourites!

this edit: a soul-crushing look at jj & emily’s relationship, and how emily felt when jj got married. this edit manages to convey emotion so brilliantly; i requested this poem and it still destroyed me. 

this edit: an absolutely beautiful look at the grief and loss spencer faced throughout the series, it just hits different. I love the bookend quotes, the exploration of abandonment, and the depiction of so much of spencer’s hurt. a true masterpiece.

this edit: a heartbreakingly gorgeous take on derek & spencer’s relationship; the trials and tribulations they’ll face and the love that makes it worth it. definitely one of my fav moreid edits ever. just exquisite. 

@ellegreenawy

see the rest of celie’s edits here. they all deserve so much praise; she is so incredibly talented. 

this edit: a beautiful way to sum up emily’s character. I searched high and low for this edit because it embedded it so deeply in my brain.

this edit: one of the most agonising takes on emily & jj’s relationship I’ve seen, and coloured so brilliantly. definitely a genuine piece of art. 

this edit: I love f. scott fitzgerald’s literature so combing that with a pining emily was just a recipe for success with me, really. so so good. 

@purelyprentiss

see maya’s edits here, I’m going to binge my way through this tag over the next few days just for some more emotional devastation :’)

this edit: the very first edit I saw of maya’s that had me following instantly and asking to be on her taglist straight away. this absolutely belongs in a museum and gives me all the angsty spencer feels I feed off. 

this edit: oh god this quote hit me differently, and its application to this aspect of jj’s character literally tore me apart. it’s so fucking beautiful to look at, too. absolutely breathtaking. 

this edit: I simply have no words for this jemily edit. if it was a fic I’d tag it angst with a happy ending, but that doesn’t do it justice. I love this. 

misc creators <3

🥀this edit by @lgbtrogues​: such a perfect analysis of derek’s character, this poem was surely written for him. but the presentation of the gifs, the colouring, everything is just so so amazing. it hits me right in the feels every time. 

🌧this edit by @lizziechase​: I actually remember thinking ‘wow’ the moment I saw this edit on my dash. a beautiful quote about love, a beautiful application to emily & jj’s relationship. just brilliant. 

☀️this poem & edit by @kermitsaysgayrights: if I could write poetry as good as this I’d do nothing else. sofia blew literally everyone away with this one, and I adore its application to morcia, it fits them so. well. this is just queen shit all over. 

🌷this edit by @girlscrushes: a painful look at emily & jj’s relationship coloured in completely beautiful art. the entire composition of this edit is fantastically brilliant. it’s so accurate and so breathtaking. 

🌻this edit by @reidacted: a fandom favourite for sure, judging by the notes, but it’s completely deserved. I love it for two reasons: the colouring and artistry of the gifs, and the beautiful portrayal of emily & spencer’s friendship. 

🍃this edit by @ssaalexblake: this is a heart-wrenching take on emily’s character that still portrays the element of family in the bau so perfectly. exquisitely painful and satisfying at the same time. 

💫this edit by @subreid: a beautiful, rebellious poem applied to a beautiful, rebellious couple. an take on emily & jj’s relationship that allows them a happy ending, complete with brilliantly crafted gifs and a gorgeous presentation. 

[criminally--reid]

sex and booze

god that's such a shit title I'm sorry

""Ay I’m the one who requested the southern reader thing and um since I’m DUMB I neglected to ask if it could be smut?""

I cant find the first part of the ask bcos i suck? but yeh, here's ur fic bb:')

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Pairing; s7 spencer x fem!reader 

Warnings;��drunk?sex, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, (the sex scene is literal TRASH lmao dont mind me)

Word count; 1.4k (1,405)

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"I'm going up." 

"What- no you're not."

"Watch me." 

And watch you he does. 

He watches the way you drunkenly sway your hips all the way to the small stage at the far side of the bar. He watches as he say your nerves slowly settle in; your palms growing sweaty, and your consistent throat clearing. 

He watches as they soon fade away when the beginning to your favorite country sing comes on. Swiping your clammy hands on your jeans, you grab the microphone, letting the song consume you, and your angelic voice fills the room. To keep the nerves away, you make eye contact with Spencer all the way at the back of the bar. 

It's just you two. Everyone else disappears as you sing to him. The room previously filled with unknown faces and blitzing bodies grows quiet.

Spencer raises his glass in your direction; an unreciprocated toast. 

You shut your eyes as the memories flow through you as the song runs on. All the times you spent with your father, grazing the fields behind your house. Picking daisies with the summer wind sweeping your hair; the sun casting a gentle warmth on your skin. The times you spent with your mother, deweeding the flowerbeds that adorned the front of your house. The last time you saw any of your family this song played. You and your parents were all piled in the front of the truck, warm summer sun engulfing you in a hug, this song playing softly on the radio as the truck bumps and bounces down the rocky dirt road. What you'd give to be back home, down south with your family, away from all the negativity of your job. 

Not that you dont love your job. You were beyond grateful for all the opportunities joining the BAU had given you; you even formed a second family with your teammates. The BAU family just wasn't the same at your own. 

All too soon, the song ends, and you're grown up again. Far away from all the blissful moments fr ok m when you were younger, back to being an adult in ty he heart of DC, drunkenly singing a country song at a karaoke bar. Reality comes flooding back as people applaud and your team goes wild. Oddly enough, Spencer's the quietest. You try to initiate eye contact with him again from your spot so far away from the table, but he averts his eyes, avoiding your gaze. You waltz back to your table and take your seat beside Spencer. 

"What's wrong lover boy?" 

"I- uh- nothing," he gulps. 

"What- did I not do good?" An overly expressive pout falls on your lips. 

"No, no no of course not. You were great! I was just thinking." 

"About what?" 

"About you."

"There's gotta be more than just me bouncin' around in your big brain," you counter with a drunken giggle. 

"Well, true, but a lot of the time it's just you." He looks at you fondly through hooded eyes, admiring your features in the cascading yellow bar light. "But to answer your question, I was thinking about how hot you looked." Your face goes flush as he continues on. "How your jeans look on you. The way you swayed your hips as you sang. All I could think about was how much I want to go home and fuck you."

"Spence, I-" 

"But sadly I can't." 

"Why?" 

"You're drunk, y/n."

"Wha- no I'm not!" You laugh and lightly shove his shoulder. 

"No sober version of you would've gotten up there and done that," he counters. 

"Touchè, Doctor Reid." 

"We can still.." 

"That's like taking advantage of you. Not tonight."

"Come onnn," you drag out in protest, and move your lips to his ear. "I want you, Spencer. You know I do." 

"We can't- you know th-" 

"I'm not getting undrunk any time soon, so the only solution to our pre-dick-ament. Ahahahaah get it? Anyways the only solution is to get you on my level, pretty boy." 

"So an even playing field makes this better?" 

"Exactly." 

His eyebrows sprung up the cute way they always do when he's thinking. "This is such a bad idea." 

He stands up from his seat excusing the both of you from the group. You grab his hand and walk steadfast to the bar. The next hour or so is spent buying spencer drinks. Conversations become slower and less coherent, and the two of you are always pushed up against each other. Most onlookers would think it's cute, but in all actuality you're both keeping each other upright. 

"I think it's time to go," Spencer says from his seat on the bar stool beside you. 

"Yeah, uh I'll go get Hotch." 

You stumble up from your seat and set on a quest to find Hotch. Spencer grabs your hand to get your attention. You look to him and he's pointing back to the tables where you all had originally been sitting. 

Makes sense. 

"Hey, Hotch!" You chirp, drumming lightly on his shoulder to get his attention. "Can you, uh, take me and Spence home. I think we've had enough."

"Yeah," he huffs. "I think you have, too. Anyone else ready to go?" 

Garcia, Emily, and JJ all shake their heads 'no', and Hotch says he'll meet them back here. The three of us head out to the SUV, and spend the next twenty minutes getting home in silence. 

"Home sweet home," you say as you begin to bask in the familiar warmth of your home. The smell of your favorite candles burning on the coffee table. Turning to Spencer, you wrap your arms around his neck and place a chaste kiss to his liquor flavored lips. 

"Y/n, we don't have to-" 

"I want to. Besides, were like the same amount of drunk right now. It's fine." You meet his eyes with a smile and a drunken giggle. 

"You're so chaotic." He quickly places his lips back on yours, and your hands fly up to tangle in his hair. Lips meet teeth and tongue as the two of you make your way further into the house; into the living room and o to the couch. 

With spencer beneath you and you on his lap the kiss continues. You begin to move yourself on his thigh causing him to groan. He plants a harsh slap on your ass, and you jump; only for him to grab your hips and pull you back down onto his thigh even harder. 

The two of you remove your clothes rather quickly. Shirts flying, pants being flung, underwear being removed haphazardly. Soon the two of you are start naked, and you're sinking down on Spencer's length. 

"Fuck," he chokes out as you engulf him. "You feel so fucking good." 

"Spence.." You throw your head back in ecstasy, and Spencer leans up, attaching his lips to your neck. He grips your hips as you rock back and forth, faster and faster with each go. 

"Jesus- fuck! I've been needing this all day," Spencer says between gasps and moans. 

"M-me too." 

Your pace over Spencer doesn't slow, and the constant friction between you too is bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You reach your hand in front of you and start to rub quick circles on your sensitive nub. 

 "Spencer, I'm gonna cum," you cry out, feeling that knot in your stomach begin to unravel.

"Gonna cum for me? Hmm? Gonna cum all over my cock?" 

"Yes- God!" 

"Go ahead, baby." On cue, you release around him; your juices flowing all over his lap. You collapse down onto him, heaving and out of breath. "Look at me.. Tongue out." You remove your face from the crook of his neck to look at him, mouth hm open wide and tongue stuck out. "Swallow," he commands after spitting onto your tongue. He then grabs your hips forcing you to move on him again; chasing his own release. Not too long afterwards, he loses his composure and crumbles beneath you as he releases inside you. 

You collapse onto his chest once again, breathing sporadic. "That was.." you begin but then trail off. 

"Yeah. It was." Spencer adds, rubbing your back. 

"Can we stay here like this? I'm exhausted." 

"We gotta get cleaned up," Spencer prompts you up off his lap before getting up himself and grasping your hand. "Let's go take a bath. We smell like sex and booze."

[whump-town]

The Office

Warning for things that are heavily implied-- not smut just angst

The office is the safest place she knows. In her lair, no harm can come to her. It’s in the field where nightmares come to life. 

“What can I do for you handsome? I need about six more seconds for-” She’s expecting Rossi, he’s the only person waiting for information from her. However, the voice on the other line is not Rossi. It’s not any of her agents in the field. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t know who’s speaking.

“Garcia.”

Her hands freeze on her keyboard. Hotch. She hadn’t gotten a call from him in months. Since the power shift, Hotch moving to Chief and Prentiss to Unit Chief. Being, essentially, moved off the team he found other ways to keep contact with them. Emily gets late-night office visits. She gets lunch dates and snacks. “Sir! I wasn’t expecting-”

“Penelope, I need you to listen to me very carefully.”

Hotch is a strange but predictable man. He calls everyone by their last name, it’s his version of professionalism that allows him to step away. That way he can pretend to be removed but he’s not. At face value, he’s a man with little fears the truest version of an alpha male he can be. Deep down, beneath all the protective grumpiness he’s a softie. The kind of person that remembers a favorite color and gives the best hugs.

His voice throws her off. When he speaks it’s confident, deep. Years of leading them gravitates into his everyday timbre. Now, the sound of his voice is not normal. It’s soft, a whisper. There’s an edge maybe even… pain. As if, speaking is hard. “There’s-There’s an UNSUB in the building.” 

She can hear him moving, it sounds like he’s moving against the carpet, like the carpet in his office.

“I need you to lock your office door and shut the lights off.” He sounds perfectly calm but she expects nothing less. The man could be dying and he would still find the breath to give out orders. “Turn all the lights off, Gacia, not just the computers, and no matter what, do not open the door.” 

Shakily, she rises to her feet. The door is a quick job, and she assures him twice that she’s certain it’s locked. The computers are a harder job but weighing the danger to a few unsaved files she turns them off. “They’re off, sir.” She’s shaking with fear, “what do I do now?”

His answer comes softer, strangled. It sparks a deep fear within her. “Hide,” he manages. “Get under your desk, pull your chair in front of you, and don’t make a sound.” 

She crawls under her desk, pushing wires from the area. “Sir,” she wraps her arms around herself. “What about you? What are you going-”

One floor up, across the hall Hotch is lying on his office floor. He’s managed to pull himself to his desk, to get the phone in hopes of getting to Garcia in time. “I’m fine,” he reassures her but he ultimately fails as wet coughs tear through him. He grimaces, each cough bringing up blood he can’t spit out fast enough. “I’ll be fine,” he amends.

She doesn’t believe him. 

He lets out a shaky breath, failing to push his pain down. Without a level head, he can’t protect her and the thought is terrifying. “Sta-Stay where you are,” he can’t hide from her that he’s breathless. Pushing himself in a way that is boarding dangerous. 

Looking down at his side, he pulls his hand away from the wound. His blood is hot and sticky, oozing down into his pants and through his boxers. 

That’s probably not good.

“Sir?”

He can hear the hiccup in her voice and as bad as all this is, he’d glad the other’s are gone and she’s as safe as possible. “Yes, Garcia?”

There’s noise on the other end-- moving. It spikes fear into his chest but it’s getting harder to breathe and all he can do is lay on his back and wheeze. Waiting for her to reply. 

“Do you believe that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission?”

Hotch would like to pretend he’s surprised but he’s mostly just exasperated. “Yes,” he decides. “Sometimes.” 

She hums and makes her decision.

Forgiveness it is. 

The phone moves again and Hotch grows suspicious. The silence on the other end stretches for a long minute before he dares, “Garcia?” Crap. He should have lied. He definitely should have lied. “Garcia?”

His breathing starts to get ragged as he forces himself to sit up, about to leave a long blood trail behind himself to get to her.

Why does no one ever listen to him?

The doorknob of his office moves and his hands moves to his hip, a numb hand raises his gun to the threat. It trembles in place as the door slowly moves open.

“Sir?”

The fight leaves his body and he sags bonelessly to the side, shoulder hitting his desk hard. 

“Sir!”

She runs to him but not before his eyes slip shut. She’s certain she’s killed him and just as a sob breaks free, he peels his eyes open and grunts when she calls his name. “You ass,” she seethes with no real heart. “You’re absolutely the worst--” she pulls him close, hugging while he’s still compliant from blood loss. 

“Hmm,” he replies, shaky and cold. “I thought-- thought I told you to stay in your office.”

She rolls her eyes. “I love you to pieces, sir, but I never listen to you.” 

“Hmm,” good point. Keeping his eyes open is harder than it should be. Looking around them, he clears his throat. “You need to lock the door and hide behind my desk.” He coughs, wincing in pain. “Hide behind my desk… in case, he comes back.”

Garcia nods her understanding, making quick work of setting the lock. She throws him for a loop when she comes back to him instead of hiding as she’s told. She quirks her head at his glare, “if I’m hiding, sir, so are you.” 

He shakes his head, “I--I…” He can’t. He’s not strong enough.

Wordlessly, Garcia moves behind him. Her hands work themselves under his shoulders and it’s all he can do to suppress a strangled sob when the movement feels like it’s tearing open his whole side. She pulls with all her might, thankful that she’d taken up self-defense and formed some muscle.

He’s not as light as he looks.

“I’m sorry,” she can’t stand the soft sounds he’s biting down. When she looks down by his desk she can see the pool of blood he must have been laying in when he called her. “I’m so sorry,” she’s crying and when she looks down there are tears streaming down his face too. “Hotch--”

He shakes his head, taking her hand as she sits down beside him. “It’s alright.” He’s breathless, chest heaving and body trembling. He’s starting to get cold… he knows that’s not good. “It’s okay.”

Garcia wraps her hands around his, terrified. “Do you think…” she bites her tongue for a moment. Anxiously chewing at her lip she asks, “do you think someone will come to get us?”

He nods, his bloodshot eyes moving over to her. “Someone will come to get you.”

Garcia nods her head but a sob breaks her voice, “won’t they come for you too?”

He offers her a smile and squeezes her hand. 

She understands. 

[emberfrostlovesloki]

#11 Clueless

Prompt: Clueless - Morgan and Gacia take matters into their own hands after seeing that Spencer and the reader are interested in each other. 

Couple: Spencer Reid/ Reader (female)

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: Mention of abandonment 

A/N: I think I’ve got the romantic element down in this one. This is only my second reader x style of story, so I hope that I improve the more of these I write. I know that a lot of writers have given this scenario a go, so here is my humble submission. I hope you all enjoy. 

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Word Count: 3K 

_y/n_ = Your name 

_y/l/n_ = Your last name 

_h/c_ = hair color

It was a regular day post investigation. Morgan, Reid, _y/n_ and Prentiss were filling out paperwork from the arsonist case they had just solved in New York. Hotchner and Gideon were in their offices working on the case file as a whole. Lastly, Garcia was in her office working on a case for another team. Penelope hated when the ‘BAU crew,’ her nickname for the team was doing paperwork, it meant she had to work for Director Timothy, and she thought he was an ass. The computer wiz was currently thinking, ‘I wonder what Spencer and _y/n_ are doing right now? Yup, in about two seconds something is going down.’ Garcia knew this because everyday the coffee in the break room got switched out with a fresh pot. The first two people to reach the hot carafe everytime were _y/n_ and Spencer. The pair took the time to talk about something they both enjoyed. This was just one of many ways that the two agents spent time together and just hadn’t caught on that they were into each other. Penelope mulled on how infuriating it was to see this happen, but she loved drama and wasn’t above starting it to get some clueless people together if necessary. 

Meanwhile in the break room Reid and _y/n_ were doctoring their coffee. J.J. and Morgan were also in the room to watch the two. In the BAU unit it had become a bit of a spectator sport. Everyone else knew that the two nerds of the team were interested in each other. It had started about two months after _y/n_ had joined the BAU. _Y/n_ and Emily were talking about their weekend plans. Emily was going on a blind date (it had not ended well.) _Y/n_ had said, “I’m actually going up to New York to go to NYCC. Prentiss had no clue what NYCCC was and she asked, “So what’s NYCCC, like a conference or panel?” _Y/n_ chuckled and considered just saying that it was just a conference on overly compulsive people that are obsessed with popular culture, but she took the more honest approach and said, “NYCCC stands for New York City Comic Con. I’ve been planning on going with my friend for months.” Prentiss had smiled at the response. She could totally see _y/n_ being into fandoms like Star Trek or Marvel. Spencer had overheard the conversation and went up to the two women. He looked at _y/l/n_ and said, “Wait you go to comic cons? What’s been your favorite convention?” _Y/n_ smiled and replied, “It’s actually an embarrassing story. When I graduated with my masters degree I gave myself a trip to Los Angeles to go to SDCC [San Diego Comic Con] and it was all a disaster from there.” Spencer tried to think about when _y/n_ had graduated with her masters, he wasn’t sure if she had ever made that knowledge public. He did some mental math, thinking about her age and how long she had been working in the FBI and guessed, “Were you there in 2018?” _Y/l/n_ smiled and nodded saying, “Yes.” In response Reid smiled and said, “I was there!” Prentiss knew that she had lost _y/n_, and talking to her about her date anymore was hopeless. The brown haired agent walked back to the bullpen hearing _y/n_ say, “Oh my god, did you see The Last Jedi panel?” 

J.J. walked up to her desk and sat down with a sigh. Morgan noticed and asked, “What’s on your mind?” The blond woman closed her eyes and placed her head on her right palm. She laughed and looked up at Derek saying, “It’s just _y/n_ and Reid. They are so perfect for each other and they can’t see it.” Morgan rolled his eyes and said, “Tell me about it. There’s gotta be a way to get them to realize what they want.” J.J. gave a small shrug and held up her hands in defeat. The male agent walked back to his desk and remembered when he found out how Spencer felt about _y/l/n_. It happened when they were walking past Garcia’s office. _Y/n_ was there handing the technical analyst a large frappe from Starbucks. As they were about to pass by the open door Penelope yelled, “And Johnny from the DMV just decided to not show up to our date last Friday!” At hearing this Morgan put a hand across Spencer’s chest blocking him from moving forward. _Y/n_ asked Gracia, “So what did you do?” The blond analyst responded, “Well I found his house and saw the scumbag leaving his house with another woman.” Garcia was heated and took a moment to breath. Spencer’s brows were furrowed and he whispered to Derek, “This is a private conversation. We should go.” Morgan shook his head and replied quietly, “Garcia always has the best stories, which she won’t tell me. Also I need to know if this guy pulled some shit, and if I need to do something about it.” Reid rolled his eyes but stayed where he was as Penelope continued. “So I found the contact from this other lady, you know with my technological skills. Plus some illegal searching in the database. I text this lady woman and let her know the type of man she’s with, and she dumps him, on the spot.” Garcia sounded very proud of her abilities to keep people apart. She was however an optimist so she asked _y/n_, “So what’s the dating scene looking like for you?” _Y/n_ laughed uncomfortably and folded her arms over her chest in a protective gesture. “Um, well, you know I’m new to the area and I’m not looking too hard right now. Plus I just want to do good in this job you know?” Penelope frowned and replied to _y/n_ saying, “You shouldn’t be so down on yourself. We can go out next Friday if you’re free. Just get some girls time. But tell me seriously, are you not interested in anyone?” _Y/n_ sighed and pushed her _h/c_  behind her ear and said, “Yeah, I like a guy, but I don’t think he’s really looking right now.” Garcia almost started jumping up and down in the chair pestering _y/l/n_ for information. It was at this point that Derek mentioned for Spencer to start moving again. As they headed for their desks Spencer lighty commented, “Whatever guy _y/n_ is talking about is an idiot.” Upon hearing this Morgan grabbed Reid by the shoulder and spun the lanky genius around and asked him pointedly, “Reid, are you into _y/l/n_?” Spencer’s reddened cheeks gave away whatever answer the genius was going to say. Reid gave a stuttering response. “I-I mean she's cool and really nice. I mean, I guess, I…” Spencer stopped trying and just stood in front of his friend. Morgan let out a deep laugh and said, “Reid, that’s amazing. You should go and ask her out.” Spencer’s face became deeper red at the thought of having to ask a girl out. After a few moments of awkward silence Spencer said, “I’ll think about it.” Morgan rolled his eyes again and said, “Alright Reid, but if you don’t ask her I might have too.” 

Meanwhile, back in the break room the two subjects of much gossip in the office were finished with fixing their coffee and walking back to their desks Currently _y/n_ was commenting on the amount of sugar that Spencer put in his coffee saying, “You know there are sixteen teaspoons of sugar in a soda. You could just drink two cans of Coke and be just as caffeinated.” Spencer finished swallowing a swig of the saccharine filled drink and looked down at _y/n_ replied, “At least coffee has some benefits. Did you know that coffee can lower your risk of Parkison’s disease, it has both B5 and manganese in a traditional 12oz. serving? Plus soda is disgusting.” _Y/n_ laughed and looked up at him saying, “I’m not saying that I love soda, I’m more concerned about the crash you’re going to have in about three hours.” Reid smiled knowing that she was right. However, nothing quiet compared to a good cup of coffee and he would fight anyone on that. As they continued down the hallway. The taller agent casually asked, “So are you reading anything new?” One of the things Spencer enjoyed about _y/n_ was that she was always reading something new. She often asked him for suggestions and comments on passages she didn’t understand. It was rare that someone asked him for his thoughts about a subject apart from while they were on a case. _Y/n_ made an upset face and replied, “I’ve just started reading Discipline and Punishment by Foucault. It starts with the description of public execution in France. It’s really revolting to read.” _Y/l/n_ closed her eyes and rubbed her hands over her eyes as if she was trying to wipe the image she was seeing out of her mind. She turned her face up to him asking, “Have you read it?” Spencer interlaced his fingers together and went back in his memory. After a moment he said, “I have, but it's been a while. I was twelve when I read it.” _Y/n_ whistled and said, “wow, I was reading Percy Jackson when I was twelve.” Spencer smiled. She was never condescending when he talked about his advanced rate of learning, he appreciated that about her. He considered going on a tangent about how reading books like Percy Jackson was very beneficial for a young person. He stopped himself from going in that direction, instead he said, “If you let me borrow the book I can reread it and we can talk about it?” “Sounds good to me. Just don’t make fun of me for my copious annotations alright?” Spencer replied, “It’s a deal.” The two walked back to their desks. By this point Morgan, Emily and J.J, were back and watched the two arrive. When _y/l/n_ grabbed in her black backpack and extracted a book, tossing it at Spencer, none of them were surprised 

_Y/n_ pulled one of the files she needed to review toward her. She had completed five pages before she took a moment to look over at Spencer. He had a casefile in his lap Discipline and Punishment in front of his face. He was quickly rereading the text, flipping the pages at a rapid speed. Every now and then he would flip the book on it’s side to read one of her annotations. The woman blushed and looked away when he did this. She thought, ‘God, I hope he doesn’t think I’m an idiot after seeing the comments I leave.’ When she had joined the BAU she was unsure of her abilities in the field. She had stayed quiet and did her job, not interjecting herself into the friendships that already existed in the team. It wasn’t until Hotchner had been kidnapped in a case that she really showed what she was capable of. When the senior agent had been rescued she insisted on driving the family back to their house, just to make sure they got home safe. After she returned to the office to work on the file for the case that she broke down. She assumed that nobody was there. It was 2:30 A.M. after all. Unknown to her Dr. Reid had stayed to get his work done. He had waited until she had composed her emotions before he came over to see if she was okay. She didn’t say much, just that this case had been hard for her. She didn’t tell him that her father had left her at seven, that she hoped no other children ever had to go through life wonder what the fuck had happened to thier dad. Reid offered to get her some food which she declined. The doctor had disappeared for fifteen minutes. She had assumed he had gone, embarrassed to see another agent in such an emotional state. She was wrong, he reappeared with coffee for both of them. He stayed the rest of the night, both of them working steadily through the paperwork. It was then that she knew that Spencer Reid was something special. Now she was an integral part of the team. She and Morgan worked out together every Saturday, she and Garcia had gotten drinks a few times, and once she had gone shopping with J.J. Nothing had happened with Spencer outside of work yet. They had joked about going to a convention together, but hadn’t made any plans yet. _Y/n_ pulled herself out of her reverie and focused back on the file in front of her. 

 By the end of the day Morgan had had enough of the pining between the two agents. He texted Garcia with his plan. She responded promptly, “I’m in.” Morgan smiled hoping that his idea would work. The next morning at 6:00 A.M. _y/n_ showed up to the trail head that she and Morgan walked every Saturday. She was surprised to see Garcia and Spencer there as well. The agent pulled out her water bottle from the car, and zipped up her jacket as she approached them. “Hey guys, how did he rope you into this?” she said pointing to a smiling Derek. Garcia said, “Well he promised me free breakfast if I would go.” Spencer looked at Morgan, suddenly feeling suspicious and said, “He told me that I need to get out more and see more people.” Derek laughed and said, “Listen Garcia, you’re always complaining about crappy dates, and you, sir, don’t seem to get out at all. There’s nothing better to clear the mind than a long hike. I hope you don’t mind _y/l/n_.” Derek said looking at her with a hopeful look.” She smiled and laughed saying, “Not at all.” In fact she went forward and gave Garcia a hug saying, “You must tell me about the new tragic date story. Also how you have time to be meeting so many men.” After this she gave Spencer a little wave and smiled. The computer genius laughed. All of them heading toward the forested trail. Morgan watched as Spencer bit his lip as _y/n_ had hugged Penelope. The more athletic man smiled thinking, ‘this plan is working better than I thought.’ After about fifteen minutes Garcia pulled back to talk to Morgan and Spencer sped up to walk next to _y/n_. As they trespassed along the upward trail he asked, “So, have you done anything interesting since I’ve seen you last?” _Y/l?n_ smiled, thinking about how it had only been thirteen hours since she had seen him last. She replied, “Not really. Just reading and catching up on Dr. Who.” Reid smiled and thought that sounded like a very pleasant evening. She then asked him, “What have you done since I’ve seen you last?” As she finished the question the group approached a high face of stone that needed to be passed before they  could move forward. Reid noticed that there was a path that led back downward and he turned to Morgan and asked, “Should we go back this way?” Derek looked at the stone face and said, “I’ve heard there’s a great view a little further. We can make it.” Spencer looked at _y/n_ name who was thinking, ‘can we?’ She was shorter than Reid or Morgan. The concern on her face showed and Spencer noticed it. He cleared his throat and bent down lacing his fingers together making a makeshift hold for her to give his colleague a boost up. “Here, you can step up.” _Y/n_ was thankful but wanted to make sure and said, “Are you sure.” Reid looked at her and said firmly, “Yeah.” The lean woman walked to him and placed her left foot into his hands and reached up to the top of the ledge. Spencer easily righted himself which gave her enough room to get over the edge. Spencer easily grabbed to the same ledge and pulled himself over it. With help from the two agents above and Morgan below, Garcia made it up. Morgan also had no trouble getting up. 

They continued their ascent. _Y/l/n_ turned to Spencer and said, “Thanks, sometimes I think Morgan thinks I’m about a foot taller than I really am.” Spencer laughed and said, “No problem.” As they continued on Spencer and _y/n_ started talking about the prison industrial complex and the book they had read. Garcia knew that this was not the plan and cut off _y/n_ saying, “Hey _y/n_ do you want to go out tonight? I’m giving one of the losers another shot. I can find you a date easily.” _Y/n_ looked uncomfortable and said, “Not tonight. I don’t really want to go out right now.” Garcia continued pressing the point saying, “But there’s a guy. I might have shown him your insta profile. He was really excited to meet you. He’s a big nerd, he’ll like you. I might have promised a double date with him and DMV guy.” _Y/n_ flushed red with embarrassment. She felt slightly betrayed that she was being set up for Garcia’s comfort. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know this guy, and I don’t love clubbing.” the blond tech tried it one more time, knowing that Spencer would speak up soon, “Please, you don’t even have to drink, just give him a chance. He thought you were so cute.” Spencer saw the disappointed look on _y/l/n’s_ face and turned to Garcia saying, “Why don’t you leave it Garcia, she clearly doesn’t want to go.”   As he said this _y/n_ had pulled forward to get some space between her and the rest of the group. She was jogging forward and had rounded a bend that Spencer, Penelope and Morgan couldn’t see her. Spencer said, “You really should stay out of her business,” to Garcia before jogging forward to catch up with _y/n_. 

She was only a few yards in front of him. She had stopped and was looking at the scenery in front of her. The path had led them to a lookout point that displayed much of the hillside. The sun had started to rise, and it set the whole scene in a fiery red glow. As Spencer approached _y/n_ he noticed her raise her hand to her face and wiped what must have been a tear from her cheek. He stepped next to her. She cleared her throat and said, “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” trying to take the attention off of her. Spencer who was not at all looking at the sunset and very much looking at _y/n_ said, “Yes. You are.” When he realized what he had said he thought ‘shit, shit. shit.’ He hoped that his Freudian slip was not loud enough for her to hear, but unfortunately she turned to him and said, “Sorry what?” Spencer knew that he had to do something. He knew that he couldn’t take back the statement, because it was true, he also couldn’t say he misspoke because he knew she would be hurt. The agent took a deep breath and finally said, “I like you a lot _y/n_. I know you’re interested in someone else, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I think you’re very lovely and I’d be honored if you’d consider going out with me sometime after work.” There was an extended moment of silence as _y/n_ processed everything Spencer had just said. Spencer was so anxious that he held his breath until she replied, “I like you too Spencer, very much.” Spencer let out a breath and smiled. He said, “I never felt very comfortable telling people how I feel. I just assumed that I would get in the way of everyone else’s relationships.” _Y/n_ looked up at him and said, “I felt that way when I first came to the BAU. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and you know what, I was miserable. I had to get over the fact that some people may not like me to find the ones the ones that do.” Spencer smiled at these words. He was thankful that he had been put in a moment of discomfort for the truth to come out. Reid stepped closer to _y/n_ and extended his left arm out. It was an invitation to stand closer to him, something she hadn’t seen him offer to anyone else before. She took the chance to step by his side and Spencer placed his arm around her waist. He took the opportunity to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head as she looked out at the scenery below. She leaned her head into his shoulder, feeling the warmth it provided. As she enjoyed the moment a thought entered her head and she looked up at Spencer who was now enjoying the view and asked, “Spencer, who told you I was interested in someone else?” _Y/n_ was certain that she hadn’t mentioned liking anyone around Reid. Spencer looked confused and then thought about that day Morgan had stopped them outside the door to Garcia’s den. The new couple both realized that there was something afoot and turned to see Morgan and Penelope smiling like mad people. Clearly they had taken in the whole scene and were celebrating the end result. Morgan could see the looks on Spencer’s and _y/l/n’s_ faces and said to Penelope in a serious voice, “Garcia, run.” 

An hour and a half later the hiking team were seated in a cafe drinking coffee and eating pastries. Spencer and _y/n_ had said they would let the meddling pair of agents off the hook as long as they could get breakfast with them. They were all talking and laughing and having a good time. Morgan knew that Spencer would have never said anything to _y/n_ at work. He had to be pushed out into the world with her, and shockingly it had worked. Garcia was speculating at how the team was going to react once they found out the pair had confessed their feelings for each other. But neither _y/n_ nor Spencer was thinking too hard about it. They were just enjoy each other’s company and getting to sit closer together without having to hide their desire to do so. And they both never wanted that feeling to end.