#aaron hotchner x f!reader x derek morgan x spencer reid

[chvoswxtch]

let's play

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader x derek morgan x spencer reid

summary: sharing is caring, afterall.

warnings: once again, every single one of them. swearing, spencer whimpering, daddy hotch, derek morgan's blinding charming ass smile, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 4.9k

a/n: the highly requested and anticipated sequel to slumber party has arrived. once again, there is no plot, bc none of you came here for that. you don't have to read part one to understand this installment, but it is highly encouraged. please enjoy this lil valentine's treat from me to you. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

Before Hotch or Derek even had a chance to step foot into Spencer’s hotel room, Spencer had kicked it shut behind himself after ushering you inside. The two men exchanged looks of confusion, glancing between each other and the closed door in front of them. Derek held his bag by the handles over his shoulder in one hand, and when he went to twist the knob on the door, it was locked. He raised his fist to lightly knock against the door.

“Hey Reid-”

“Come back in an hour.”

Derek’s ebony brows instantly pinched together, and he tossed Hotch an incredulous look over his shoulder.

“What’d he just say?”

Hotch’s permanent scowl abruptly returned to his sharp features as he stepped forward, raising his fist to pound harshly against the door.

“Reid, open this door, now.”

“In an hour.”

Derek let out a scoff, dropping his bag onto the floor with a loud thud.

“What happened to sharing, pretty boy?”

“We will, in fifty-nine minutes.”

Spencer’s voice was somewhat muffled through the thickness of the door, and it sounded far away, like he was deeper inside the room. Before either of them could say another word, a loud moan suddenly sounded from inside that clearly belonged to you. Hotch clenched his jaw while Derek stepped forward with an expression of pure irritation.

“Reid, either you open this door, or I’m kicking it down so help me-”

Hotch placed his palm against Derek’s chest and gave a slight shake of his head. Without another word, Hotch reached into his pocket and produced a room key, and in one swipe, a click followed by a flashing green light signaled that the door was unlocked. Hotch twisted the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into the room with Derek hot on his heels. 

Spencer’s head perked up from between your thighs at the abrupt intrusion, his lips and chin already glistening with your arousal, and a concoction of puzzlement and vexation knit his brows together.

“How-”

Hotch held up his right hand with the key card nestled between his index and middle finger, arching one of his thick brows in a pointed expression.

“You think I don’t have a master key to each of my agent’s rooms for emergency purposes?”

While on his knees in front of the bed with his hands clamped firmly around your soft thighs, Spencer stared at the key in Hotch’s hand as if it had personally wronged him. He hadn’t planned for that. He had planned on having you all to himself for an hour before he had to share.

“Son of a bitch.”

Derek’s mouth instantly parted into an amused tooth bearing grin at Spencer’s outburst of realization, and he chuckled while crossing his arms over his chest, causing his light gray t-shirt to stretch over his firm chest and large biceps.

“Nothing like a pretty girl to slice that genius IQ right in half. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Raising up on your elbows on the bed, you glanced over at Derek with a faint smirk as you arched one of your brows in a teasing gesture.

“I don’t know what you’re getting cocky about. He’s the one with the eidetic memory of the female anatomy and what I like.”

“Oh it’s like that, huh? Do I need to remind you who in this room has the most practice with female anatomy? Cause I seem to remember you feeling pretty satisfied on the jet earlier.”

Slipping your hand down into the mess of light brown curls on top of Spencer’s head, you gave his hair a gentle tug to guide his mouth back to where you wanted it, a silent command he happily obliged. Feeling the warmth of Spencer’s wet tongue starting to glide slowly over your clit again, you laid back against the mattress once more and closed your eyes while a soft sigh emitted from your parted lips.

“A little refresher course never hurt anyone. Take a seat, boys. Dr. Reid is giving an oral presentation.”

Whatever argument Hotch or Derek had quickly died on their tongues as they became entranced watching Spencer sensually and slowly eat your pussy from his spot on his knees at the edge of the bed. The four of you had spent the past twelve hours since the jet landed making your rounds at the police station, visiting the scene of the crime, and the medical examiner’s office before Hotch finally decided it was time to check into the hotel. All of you were beyond exhausted, but none of you could stop thinking about what was going to happen the second the four of you were finally alone together.

There had been a buzzing energy surrounding the four of you since you stepped off the jet with the promise of more in the back of everyone’s minds.

As much as their hands were itching to touch you, Hotch and Derek couldn’t tear their eyes away from the enticing show taking place in front of them. The way your body writhed gently against the mattress, the rhythm of your hips rolling back and forth against Spencer’s face like a delicate ocean tide, the soft and hedonistic noises of pleasure that rose in volume and pitch as Spencer devoured you like a man on death row savoring his last meal.

“At least we found a way to shut him up.”

Hotch softly grinned at Derek’s quiet quip while reaching up to loosen the knot on his tie completely, slipping it from around his neck. 

“Silver lining. Help her get more comfortable, would you?”

Derek grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly behind himself. As soon as his belt was unbuckled, he kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans down to his ankles to step out of them, leaving him in a white pair of briefs that were already bulging from his half hard cock.

“Way ahead of you.”

Taking a few steps over towards the large bed, Derek moved to sit on his knees right behind your head and leaned forward to grab the bottom of your dress that was bunched up around your hips. He pulled it upwards to slip it off of you, leaving you completely exposed. The cool temperature in the room quickly had your nipples rising to stiff peaks, and you shivered when Derek’s large and warm hands began to squeeze your breasts firmly. Letting your eyes flutter open, you stared up into Derek’s deep and warm chocolate brown eyes as he flashed you that charming grin that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

“Reid putting his mouth to good use?”

Sinking your top teeth into your bottom lip, you arched your back slightly off the mattress and moaned in response as Spencer trapped your clit between his soft lips and began to suck fervently. In return, you gave his hair a rough tug which had a moan of his own vibrating against your soaked cunt. The vibrations echoed throughout your trembling thighs, and your stomach felt tight with anticipation for what was coming, and what would follow afterwards.

Derek toyed with your sensitive nipples, alternating between flicking his thumbs over them, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, and pinching gently. He leaned over you, teasingly gliding his tongue in a languid circle around your hardened nub before sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently, causing you to tug harder at Spencer’s unruly roots. The combination of the stimulation from Derek and Spencer was almost too much, and it had you barreling towards euphoria quickly.

Opening your eyes, you were immediately drawn to the sight of Hotch sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, watching intently while a haze of lust darkened his eyes to the deepest shade you had ever seen them. He was still fully dressed in his suit, but he held his tie tightly in his right hand, and a jolt of excitement rushed through your nervous system.

“Who’s that for?”

Hotch lifted his gaze from Spencer’s head between your thighs to meet your eyes, and a wicked smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth.

“Now if I told you, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Oh.

Hotch was in the mood to play. 

The more comfortable the four of you got with your little arrangement, the more everyone started to see the real version of one another in the bedroom. Out of the three men, Hotch was by far the most dominant, and enjoyed being in complete control, which wasn’t really a surprise to anyone. But the fetishes that lurked beneath the surface did catch you off guard from time to time. 

Derek wasn’t too keen on being tied up, unless you talked him into it on rare occasions, so you and Spencer were usually the object of Hotch’s bondage fantasies. You didn’t realize you would enjoy being completely at someone else’s mercy so much, but with Hotch, you found it incredibly erotic. Everything he did was to maximize your pleasure. He may have liked being in control, but out of the three of them, he definitely took the cake for being a giver.

The second Spencer gently grazed his teeth over your sensitive clit, your orgasm unexpectedly crashed over you without warning, and your body seized up while repetitive cries of pleasure tore through your chest. Gripping the sheets so hard in your fists your knuckles turned stark white, you tried to weakly pull away from Spencer’s delectable assault on your overstimulated clit, but Derek held your hips down firmly so that Spencer could continue to ravenously collect every drop you had to offer. 

The line between pleasure and pain was beginning to blur, and relief only came when Hotch grabbed Spencer by his hair and tugged his head backwards before pulling him up to his feet. Spencer’s pupils were completely blown open with lust, and his lips were somewhat swollen as they glistened with the burst of gratification he had wrung from you. He was lightly panting trying to catch his own breath.

“That’s enough.”

“But I-”

“You get to fuck her when I say you can. Understood?”

Spencer’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, one of his physical tells that he was aroused and trying to contain himself. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head in silent obedience. The deep and calm tone of Hotch’s voice was laced with a delicate warning, letting all three of you know that there was no room for debate regarding who was in control tonight.

You didn’t call him “Daddy of the BAU” for nothing.

“Yes sir.”

Releasing his grip on Spencer’s hair, Hotch grabbed onto the back of his neck instead and pulled him in to kiss him deeply, swiping his tongue along Spencer’s bottom lip and biting it roughly while humming in appreciation at the taste of you that lingered. A low growl sounded from deep within Hotch’s chest as he let go of Spencer.

“Good boy. Get undressed and switch places with Morgan.”

While Derek and Spencer swapped places, you moved to sit up on wobbly knees, and Hotch stepped forward to capture your jaw in his large hand, his ring and pinky finger resting along your neck against your pulse point to feel the thrum of your pounding heartbeat. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip lightly, and a flash of pure lust eclipsed over his darkened eyes when you wrapped your lips around it and pressed your tongue firmly against the pad of his thumb. He bent down to where your noses were just barely an inch apart.

“Do you think you could handle two of us at once, sweetheart?”

Your eyes instantly lit up at the question. Normally they all took turns with you, or one fucked you while you sucked another off. You had only taken two of them at once twice before, and while it caused a lingering ache for the following days after, it was absolutely worth it. Nodding your head eagerly, Hotch let out a dark chuckle as a crooked grin split across his lips.

“Good girl.”

Tearing his gaze away, Hotch looked at Derek and tossed him the tie that was in his hand, gesturing with his head towards Spencer’s direction.

“I want his hands tied to the bed.”

Derek turned to look down at Spencer with an amused smirk, taking a step closer towards the edge of the bed as he straightened out the tie in his hands.

“You heard ‘em, pretty boy. Lemme see those hands.”

Spencer let out a whine of protest, turning his head to look at Hotch with a pleading expression, but Hotch gave a firm shake of his head while slipping his jacket off of his broad shoulders and down his arms. 

“You follow the rules, you get what you want. You act like a brat, you get treated like one. Next time, you open the door when I tell you to. Give Morgan your hands.”

While Derek slipped the fabric around Spencer’s wrists in an intricate labyrinth to bind them together and tied them to the headboard with Hotch’s tie, Hotch took his time unbuttoning his dress shirt. You watched over your shoulder as Derek expertly weaved the tie around Spencer’s wrists with a soft pout on your lips.

“Don’t think I forgot about you.”

Before you had a moment to process the sound of Hotch unbuckling his belt, he grabbed your hips and twisted your body around to face Spencer, and just as quickly pulled your arms behind your back. Grabbing your wrists in one of his large hands, Hotch slipped the leather of his belt around them to secure your wrists together tightly. Your lips parted in surprise while you gazed down at Spencer below you. His arms were raised above his head, wrists crossed one over the other and bound to the headboard by Hotch’s black tie, the pupils of his eyes blown so wide they nearly obscured the hazel ring of his irises.

Your eyes fell to the sight of his hard cock, fully erect and standing proud to attention, the swollen tip a deep shade of rose and glossed over with weeping arousal. You could see the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten as you noticed him very tenuously flexing his hips upwards against nothing in search of friction. 

“He looks pretty like this, doesn’t he?”

Hotch whispered lowly in your ear, the warmth of his breath against your delicate skin causing you to shudder in response and arch your back subtly. 

“Yes.”

“Tell him.”

Staring down directly into Spencer’s eyes, a soft whimper caught in your throat while a fresh tide of arousal leaked between your thighs.

“You look so pretty like this, Spence.”

Hotch’s rough hands firmly gripped onto your hips as he pressed his bare chest flush against your back. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your lower back, and you instinctively pushed your ass back against him which caused him to dig his blunt nails into your soft flesh.

“Behave.”

Hotch quietly hissed between clenched teeth. Brushing your hair off your bare shoulder, he nuzzled his nose against the column of your neck and took your earlobe between his teeth, biting down roughly before gliding his tongue along the shell of your ear. A quiet shuddering breath slipped past your lips, and you could feel Hotch grin against your neck.

“Now, listen closely. I want you to ride Spencer while I fuck you from behind, and I want you to open that pretty mouth nice and wide to take Derek’s cock. Understood?”

Derek reached out to cradle your jaw in his large hand, gently tugging your bottom lip down with his thumb as he leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss right beneath your ear, whispering in a sultry voice.

“Think you can handle that, baby girl?”

“She can handle it. She’s a good girl.”

Despite being bound to the bed, Spencer’s voice had a rough and somewhat dominant cadence to it as he spoke matter of factly. All three men shared a knowing look between each other before Hotch smacked his palm against your ass, drawing your attention back to the present with a soft gasp tearing from your lips, reminding you that he expected an answer. Swallowing thickly, you nodded eagerly in a breathless voice.

“Yes.”

Derek arched one of his onyx brows as he slipped his hand down from your jaw down to your throat, giving it a faint squeeze.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

Derek’s lips parted into a dazzling proud grin. He slipped his hand down between your thighs, his index and middle finger experimentally slipping inside your soaked cunt while his thumb teasingly brushed over your sensitive clit. A sharp moan tore from your chest while you clamped your thighs around Derek’s hand, and his dark brown eyes flickered over your shoulder to give Hotch a slight nod of his head.

“Oh she’s more than ready.”

A whimper escaped your lips when Derek retracted his hand and lifted his fingers to his lips to lick them clean. Hotch lifted you up slightly to move you forward, causing you to straddle Spencer’s hips. Both of you let out a piercing whine as the head of his throbbing cock brushed against your pulsing clit, and as a deep chuckle rumbled in Hotch’s chest, you felt it vibrating against your back.

“Good. Then let’s play.”

Reaching down between you and Spencer, Derek wrapped his hands around the base of Spencer’s hard cock, which had Spencer hissing softly and lightly shifting his hips upwards. As Hotch gripped onto your hips and guided you forward, Derek assisted in aligning your body to help you slowly sink down on Spencer’s cock. Spencer had been watching earnestly, but as soon as your welcoming heat enveloped him completely and he bottomed out inside of you, his head fell back against the pillows as he let out a strangled moan, his jaw going slack and his eyes screwed shut. 

“Oh f-fuck…”

Spencer was by far the most vocal out of the three of them, and it always filled you with a rush of excitement being able to tear such alluring noises from his pretty mouth.

Giving you only a few seconds to adjust, Hotch placed his palm between your shoulder blades and pushed you forwards, causing you to lean over Spencer completely while Derek moved your hair away from your face. The only reason you hadn’t fallen over was because Hotch had a tight hold on the belt that was bound around your wrists, keeping you suspended in the exact position he wanted you in. Spitting into his palm, Hotch used his saliva as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock as he positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips slightly to make you arch your back and align your ass further up into the air.

“Take a deep breath for me, baby.”

Sucking in a sharp inhale, you dug your nails deeply into the skin of your palms in anticipation. Hotch reached around your body to strum his index and middle finger in quick circles over your clit, ripping a surprised moan from deep within your chest. Thanks to the orgasm Spencer had given you, your body was more relaxed, and your pussy was still slick with your release which made it easier for Hotch to join Spencer inside you. When you felt the blunt head of Hotch’s cock nudging against Spencer’s and slowly stretching you out inch by divine inch, your jaw became fully unhinged and your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

“Ohmygod-”

The voice that echoed from your throat didn’t even sound like it belonged to you. It was depleted of oxygen and came out in such a rush that your own ears had trouble unscrambling the words. The sound of Hotch letting out a guttural moan behind you sounded like thunder booming right in your ears. The serrated sting between your thighs was impossible to ignore as your spongy walls were stretched to accommodate them both, but the discomfort paled in comparison to the succulent fullness that you felt. Hotch continued to stimulate jolts of pleasure by strumming your clit with his index and middle fingers, trying to help your body to relax and adjust to the new and overwhelming intrusion. 

“Shh…there you go. Just breathe, baby girl.”

Derek was lovingly stroking his fingers through your hair while reminding you to perform such a basic subconscious action. As you struggled to suck in deep breaths, Spencer was impatiently thrusting his hips upwards in a slow rhythm, his biceps flexing while he tugged at the restraints on his wrist. Hotch gripped onto your hips tightly to keep you from falling on top of Spencer, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped indentations on your soft hips. Once he felt the tension evaporate and your muscles loosening, he started to flex his hips forward to match Spencer’s delicate rhythm.

The composition of their conduction had your body swaying to the idle tempo they had silently established. Spencer and Hotch held you securely between their thighs, gliding back and forth over your delicate strings, coaxing legato notes of pleasure from your lips. 

Once Derek could see that you were completely relaxed and ready for more, he moved in closer and brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, a silent signal you instantly obeyed by parting your lips eagerly. A deep sigh of appreciation sounded from Derek’s chest when he slowly slipped his cock past your lips, and he gently traced his thumb along your cheekbone while you moaned at the feeling of his velvet weight caressing your tongue. 

This was the first time you had ever taken all three of them at once like this, and it was almost entirely too overwhelming. Every single one of your senses was overstimulated. 

Despite the three of them wearing starkly unique colognes, it was impossible to discern which smell belonged to who. Each of their scents perfectly mixed in with your own, creating one indistinguishable fragrance that enveloped you entirely and left you feeling intoxicated and light headed. Your skin was overheated already from the intensity of the moment, but also from the warmth that radiated naturally from each one of them; Hotch’s chest flush against your back, Derek’s palms caressing your cheeks, and Spencer’s thighs lightly smacking against your own. 

Even though your heart was pounding in your ears to the point of being deafening, you could hear the heavenly noises escaping each of them. Spencer was whimpering beneath you, begging for you to ride him harder. Derek was panting breathlessly above you, whispering softly how good you felt. Hotch was letting out deep growls and grunts as he moved behind you, demanding lowly in your ear that you take everything he was giving you.

The salty tang of Derek’s leaking arousal coated your tongue, but you could also still taste the roasted blonde espresso from Spencer’s lips and the fresh wintergreen mint that lingered on Hotch’s tongue. The pleasure was getting to be too much, and you couldn’t hardly keep your eyes open. You weren’t even on the brink of another orgasm yet, but there was already a firework show happening behind your eyelids. 

Something about this moment was so incredibly perfect, like this was where you all belonged. 

Together.

This wasn’t just about sex. It never had been. A piece of you had always belonged to each of them, and vice versa, ever since that first night in Vegas. There was just something about the four of you together that couldn’t be explained, but you all felt it every time you were with each other like this.

A single reaction from one of you set off a chain reaction for the rest of you. Hotch started to snap his hips in more powerful and precise thrusts, causing you to grind down harder on Spencer’s cock, and the vibrations of you moaning around Derek’s cock caused his own rhythm to become sloppy and falter when he began to fuck your face. 

The air in the hotel room was thick with heat and sweat like a sauna, and a cacophony of intermingled moans and grunts of satisfaction grew louder and louder the closer you all got to reaching a peak as grand as Everest. The second one of you jumped off the top to free fall, the rest of you would follow.

Spencer was the first to break. He was so far gone he couldn’t even get a warning out, but the second he released inside of you with a loud shout of your name, his spasming hips caused his pubic bone to bump against your clit repeatedly just right to set off your own orgasm. Hotch was fucking you relentlessly from behind as he chased his own high, and the contraction of your walls combined with the flood of yours and Spencer’s release made him double over as he grunted loudly, resting his forehead against your middle back while pumping his seed deeper and deeper within you. Derek was the last to fall apart. He let his head fall back while closing his eyes, his beautiful features twisted up in pure ecstasy as he let out a sensual moan while spilling down your throat.

The four of you were stuck together in a sweaty pile on the bed and no one wanted to move. Derek slowly slipped his softened cock from your lips so you could gasp for air, and he gently ran his fingers through your hair to help you calm down. Hotch did his best to carefully pull out, but the sudden movement had you crying out and tensing up. Hotch peppered gentle kisses along your shoulder blades, shushing you quietly while removing the leather restraint of his belt from your wrists and massaging them gently. Without him holding you up by your hips, you collapsed face first into Spencer’s chest.

When Derek freed Spencer’s wrists from the headboard, Spencer immediately wrapped his arms securely around your trembling frame and cradled your head against his chest. He didn’t dare move, letting himself soften inside of you as he held you there, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss and delicately carding his fingers through your hair.

Each one of you were panting hard, trying to regain your bearings from such an intense experience, but they had catapulted you so far up into the clouds, you weren’t sure you could ever make it down. It felt as if you had stuck your finger into an outlet, sending an intense shock throughout your entire body, the lingering electricity still crackling with the faintest jolts of motion. Their voices were distant and muffled, like your head was underwater, and you couldn’t focus on anything except the blackness that pulled over the entire horizon behind your eyelids.

Moments later, something cold and wet was pressed against the back of your neck, causing a shiver to spread throughout your body. When your eyes lazily fluttered open, you were met with the dim light of the hotel room, and as you slowly lifted your head, Spencer began to come into focus in front of you. He was laying back against the pillows watching you, holding a washcloth soaked in cold water against the back of your neck while still slipping his fingers through your hair with his other hand. He gently wiped the washcloth over both of your heated cheeks and flashed you a dopey grin.

“Welcome back to Earth, pretty girl.”

A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you looked at him with a tired smile, humming softly while nuzzling into the warmth of his body as you hugged him. “Hi.”

Hearing the sweet and sleepy mumble from your lips, Spencer leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Hotch and Morgan went to grab us some dinner. They’ll be back in a bit. How are you feeling?”

“Sticky.”

Spencer erupted in laughter at the adorable pout on your lips, nodding as he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“There were a lot of bodily fluids being exchanged.”

“Okay, it sounds gross when you say it like that.”

“Is ‘you did have three guys come inside you at once’ better?”

Scrunching up your nose, you weakly lifted your hand to press your index finger against Spencer’s soft lips with a quiet laugh.

“Please shut up.”

Spencer chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to your finger, tossing the wet washcloth onto the nightstand by the bed.

“Fine. How about a shower?”

“Too much standing.”

“A bath?”

Pretending to think it over, you eventually let out a soft exhale while gazing into Spencer’s hazel eyes with a teasing grin.

“Spencer Reid, you’re a genius.”

The edge of Spencer’s lips tugged upwards into a playful smirk, and he rolled his eyes at your lame joke. He moved to sit up, slipping one of his arms underneath your knees and his other around your waist so he could lift you up into his embrace to carry you towards the bathroom.

“So I’ve been told.”

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[radiant-reid]

BAU Boys

request: Hey! I loved your fic with Hotch and Reid, could you write a fic with Morgan, Hotch, Reid, and ofc y/n? Maybe some (or not just some) spit kink/cum play/Reid on his knees?

i didn't make this spencer x reader romantically like i usually do so i hope that's okay

Summary: Staying late at Rossi's with your favorite colleagues really pays off

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader (SMUTTT)

Content Warnings: omg, where to start? alcohol consumption and the smut: | unprotected penetrative sex, (protected) anal sex, oral f/m giving/receiving, spit kink, lots of cum play, degradation and maybe a little humiliation, a lot of praise, some choking, so much teasing/dirty talk |

Word Count: 6.7k and it's just filth

You should have known choosing to stay at Rossi's with just Spencer, Morgan, and Hotch would lead to trouble.

Rossi, your fabulous host, had gone to his room, insisting on his old-man bedtime, and left the four of you on the outdoor couches around his massive firepit.

How hot they are, the heat from the open flames and the alcohol makes it difficult to concentrate. You've been alone with each of them on cases, but something about tonight feels different. It's a mix of Morgan's flirting, Hotch's hand on your back lower back whenever he walks past you, and Spencer having played footsies with you under the table that's got you hot and bothered.

"Let's play truth or dare," Morgan suggests, and you know where the evening is going. One way or another, you're going to end up sleeping with one- or hopefully, more than one- of them.

You've thought about it before. Hotch has the dominant, authoritative thing going on where you can't help but imagine him barking orders at you in bed like he does at unsubs. Morgan can be like that, but he's got a prevalent flirty side, and you have no doubt that he's experienced enough to make you cum in every position. Then there's Spencer... sweet Spencer, who, you're sure, knows more than he's letting on and absolutely has a submissive side.

You thought Hotch, at least, would object to the game, calling it childish as he had on more than one occasion, but he doesn't. "But if you don't want to answer, you can drink instead." Hotch proposes, although it sounds more like a strict rule when it's coming from his mouth.

"I'm done for whatever." You agree too strongly, but it's very intentional.

"I might need more convincing," Spencer complains, but he's bluffing, you can tell.

You reach over to touch his knee, holding it for slightly longer than would be appropriate in a professional setting. "I'm sure we can figure that out." You say, glancing between Hotch and Morgan who absolutely know what you're talking about.

Spencer's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. "Thanks."

"I'm going first." Morgan declares, clearly having a question in mind, as is evident by his excessive grinning. "Pretty boy, truth or dare?"

"Seriously?" Spencer asks, huffing. You all knew Morgan would choose him first, probably to start off with a low-key but sexual question. "Truth."

His question is just as you expected. "Did you ever lose that v-card of yours?" He asks with zero hesitation.

"Morgan." You tell him off, leaning across to hit him on the shoulder. "Don't pick on him."

"Answer the question." Hotch orders, and your eyebrows raise as you sneak a glance at him.

He's either curious, or he already knows the answer. You can't tell which. "No," Spencer states firmly. "I mean yes, I lost it. I'm not a virgin."

"Your turn." Morgan reminds him, impatiently tapping his foot.

You're close to asking him what exactly has him so excited, but then Spencer chooses one of you. "Hotch."

"Truth." Your boss picks.

The question that comes out of Spencer's mouth is not what you would expect by a long shot. "What's the largest age gap you've had between you and a partner?" He asks, before clarifying, "A sexual partner."

You almost want to hug him for asking, as if he'd done it for your benefit, but you contain yourself. "20 years." He answers, eyes fixed on you. His expression is pure lust, and you know you're in.

You are so in.

And you could not be more thrilled about it. His intense gaze makes your whole body heat up, and your underwear dampens.

"Y/n." Of course, he'd choose you, able to read your expression just like how you're reading his.

You're going to tease him. It's game on. You just can't help it, keep him on his toes, humble him a little. "Dare. I'm not a wimp like either of you." To further push your luck, you not-so-sneakily touch Spencer's thigh again, watching how it's making Hotch clench his jaw with jealousy.

"Bring your smart mouth here then." He responds with a challenge, standing up as you do. He looks thoroughly delectable with his sleeves rolled up, his forearms on full display.

Morgan, scoffing at your boldness, and Spencer, eyes wide, watch the interaction play out eagerly. Of course, it would be your boss who set the tone of the evening.

You walk over to him confidently, only stopping when your shoes are an inch from his. It's a bluff, a large one. Standing in front of him makes you feel tiny more so now than at work. You're breathing gets increasingly unsteady when he grabs your jaw between his index finger and thumb and he holds you there, prolonging your intense eye contact.

Somehow, you want to squirm away from and get closer to him and his addicting cologne.

Involuntarily, you let out a whimper, earning a smirk from him. The world slips away from you for the half minute that you stand there, completely freezing.

Then he lets go, leaving your skin hot and your mouth open in astonishment. "That's what I thought," Hotch says calmly. You're pretty sure he sits back down to hide his hard-on, but you're still too stunned to move. His smirk is smugger than you've ever seen it.

When you sit back down, Morgan's chuckling, enjoying your reaction. "Y/n?" He says, getting you to nod, your attention finally back on him. "Your turn."

"Spencer Reid." You turn to him, knowing you'll be going against the 'don't tease Spencer' policy you set for Morgan.

"Truth." He decides, not deterred by your name-calling.

It's the answer you're looking for. "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about me?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Nope." He says, taking full advantage of the 'out' clause set by Hotch.

"Seriously?" You scoff, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. Now you're even more interested.

"Morgan." Spencer chooses.

"Truth." He says, confirming that, ironically, you're the only one with balls.

"What is...your favorite sex position?" He asks. It's a seemingly innocent question, much tamer than the eyefucking, or whatever that was, that occurred between you and Hotch

But Morgan takes it a step further, getting up from where he's sitting and holding his hand out for you to take. "I'll show you." He says, looking at Spencer.

You take his hand cautiously, but with anticipation of him doing something to you like Hotch did. You're hoping it involves his arms around you in some form because his strong arms are mouthwatering.

He doesn't. Instead, he pulls you to the side, grinning at you. "Thanks, princess." He winks, handing you over to Hotch.

Before you can ask what's happening, Hotch has you in his lap, one hand holding your waist as you face forward for the Morgan/Spencer show.

Spencer's just as stunned as you were with Hotch as Morgan puts him on his hands and knees like he's a ragdoll before getting on his knees behind Spencer and pushing his hips against his ass. He waits for a beat to make sure Spencer's comfortable with it before pushing his head against the fabric of the outdoor couch.

"Does that answer your question?" Morgan asks, mostly rhetorically because Spencer is hard. Very, very hard. The question makes him let out a moan that he quickly tries to disguise.

As you giggle at his pathetic attempt to hide his pleasure, Hotch's grip on your waist tightened. It's innocent enough until you wiggle around enough to feel how hard he is, just what you're looking for.

"Caused a problem for me, baby." He tells you, shifting your hair on the left side of your shoulder to the side. You're grateful you chose an emerald green, sleeveless, silk blouse with an open back in the morning. You're also grateful you picked a matching set of underwear that you're sure is about to make an appearance.

"I can tell." You say simply, not even turning your head to look at him. You're too focused on the glorious sight in front of you of Morgan practically dry-humping Spencer, drilling home -quite literally- what his favorite position is.

The remark isn't what he's looking for, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper slightly.

Not one to fold so easily, you continue pushing his buttons. "Sounds like you should fix it." You tell him.

He grips your jaw like he did before, tilting your chin around as far as it can go so he can stare into your eyes while he reprimands you. "That's not courteous."

"I'm sure your hand would work fine." You persist, rolling your ass backward against the hard length poking through his pants. "Surely you've done it enough times thinking about me. In hotel rooms after a long hot day in Texas." Hotch barely flinches ever, but when he gulps then, you know your suspicions about that day was right. Back then, a few months ago, he was squirming at the lowcut top you'd worn just for him. "What else to do think about?" You bait him to keep going.

"Making you absolutely weak in the knees." He tells you, hand sneaking onto your thigh. "Which I think..." He pauses for a moment, pushing his hand further up, bunching your skirt up before nudging the pad of his thumb against your underwear. "Worked."

You're forcing yourself not to cave so easily. "That's not very descriptive, Aaron." You chide, purposefully lowering your voice as you say his first name.

He's not holding it together as well as you are- or are pretending to- and he juts his hips into yours with a guttural groan. "You want descriptive?" He asks.

"What part of what I just said was unclear?" You ask, grinning as you piss him off.

His fingernails are pressing so firmly into your thigh that you know he'll leave nail-shaped imprints. "Seeing how you behave, I definitely think about spanking your ass bright red until you learn to stop being a brat, and then shoving my cock so far down your throat that you can't make any more smart comments, and finally, fucking you so hard that there's not a single thought in that pretty head of yours."

You mewl at his words, and you know it's giving him the upper hand, but you need something more than sitting on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your back.

"That's what I thought," Aaron says smugly. "Don't even need my cock in you to have you desperate. Going to beg for me?"

You scoff, making sure he can see you roll your eyes. "Not yet." You answer. "Ever considered it's that that's turning me on?" You ask, tipping your head towards the scene playing out in front of you.

Morgan's in the position you bet Aaron wishes he was in, fingers threaded through Spencer's curls to force more cock down his throat. It's definitely contributing to how turned on you are, but nothing's affecting you as much as Aaron.

When Morgan catches you looking he winks, tugs Spencer's eager mouth off him, and holds his jaw. It gives you a full view of just how big his cock is, confirming what Penelope had hypothesized a while ago. You're excited to have it inside you or Aaron's or Spencer's. Or any one of their fingers. Or anything.

Spencer doesn't even shut his mouth, and it makes it easy for Morgan to spit into it.

"That too?" Aaron asks, noticing your obvious reaction to the act. "Didn't know you were so filthy, Ms. L/n."

"You're a pretty shitty profiler then." You snap back.

He grabs your cheek roughly, holding you in place, and you allow yourself a glance down at his thick, long fingers. "You know what I think?" He asks, not giving you enough time to think of or articulate a smart-mouth answer. "This whole brat act you have going on, it's just a front for you worrying you're not going to be as good at sucking cock as Spencer is."

"I should put that to the test." You decide, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, anticipating you getting down on your knees. "And go suck Derek's cock."

"Get up." He demands, dominant tone so prevalent. You're unsure of what he's doing, and it's evident on your face. Instead of letting you go to Derek, Aaron nods at him. "Inside?" He offers. You spin around in your heels to look at him, trying to read what he's thinking. "Do you want Dave watching?" He asks rhetorically.

Your eyes snap to the window of Rossi's bedroom, worried he's standing there in a matching pajama set and one of those old stripy hates with a pompom at the end (what you guess he sleeps in) and judging- while also being supportive- of all four of you.

Thankfully, he's not, but you realize it's better to not risk it. Spencer's thinking the same thing, getting off his knees, which are probably sore from the stone patio tiles.

Aaron grabs his glass of scotch and Spencer's ice water in one hand, nudging you to follow Derek and Spencer with a hand on your ass. "Are you going to be good?" He asks, leaning down so you can feel his breath hot against your neck.

"No." You answer honestly, not deterred by his tight squeeze on your ass.

"Good." He says with a grin. "Are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?"

Your stomach clenches with excitement as he says that. "Yes." You tell him because you're already putty in his hands, without him touching you under your clothing.

"Stop." He demands, when you reach the door of the bedroom that Derek and Spencer are in. You look up at him with a frown, worried he'll walk you to the next bedroom and you won't get to spend the night with all of them, but he walks in and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. Your confusion only increases with his next instruction. "Hands and knees." Regardless, you follow it, waiting for the next one. "Crawl."

You do as he instructs without hesitation as all of them watch while they stand in front of the bed. "So she can follow instructions." Derek jokes, clearly having paid more attention to you are Aaron outside than you were paying to him. "On your knees, baby." He instructs.

You oblige, switching from Aaron to Derek smoothly. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you know what he's looking for: a trial run, a chance to test if your cock-sucking skills are enough for him to let you have a turn giving him head.

You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the smooth skin, but he pushes down on the bottom row of your teeth after a second, forcing- with no objections- your jaw down. The air in the room dries your mouth out until he holds it like Aaron had, bending down to do to you what he had done with Spencer, and you feel his warm saliva coating your tongue.

Aaron steps closer, having his turn. The slight scotch taste still in his mouth is what you've been awaiting. He guides Spencer's head down by his hair so he, too, can spit on your tongue. It's not gross, like it might be with someone else. The warm mix of all three of them is delightful.

"Going to swallow?" Aaron temps, raising his eyebrow.

It's not really a question. Of course, you're going to. All you've wanted since Aaron first held your jaw was to feel a mix of three of them coating your throat. "Always." You say, winking up at them.

"Let's test that out." Aaron prompts, nodding down towards his pants. You know you're still going to tease him, and you only palm his prominent bulge.

You continue your intense eye contact with him while you listen to Derek giving Spencer instructions. "Get up on the bed, pretty boy."

Aaron takes his eyes off you for a moment, and yours follow where he's looking, directly at Derek. "Check the drawer," Aaron tells him, nodding to the bedside table on the left side.

Derek does, showing all three of you what Aaron has prior knowledge of being in the drawer: condoms and lube. Everything you need for a good night.

You chuckle up at Aaron as you go to unbutton and unzip his pants. "How'd you know that was there?"

"Lucky guess." He shrugs. "I promise I don't bring random people here and have sex with them." He assures you, delicately brushing a finger through your hair. "Why? Are you jealous?"

You shake your head. "I can share and be shared." You joke regarding the situation in the room. "Plus, if it actually is as big as it feels, any girl you bring here or anywhere else should have the opportunity to have it inside them."

He's never done well with compliments, and he laughs slightly, unable to hide his blushing. It's so beautiful because of its rarity. You just enjoy it instead of commenting on it, unbuckling his belt.

"Wait, stop." He says quickly, and you pull away. It's an odd situation to be in, especially since he's your boss, and you completely understand if he has changed his mind. He notices the concern on your face and strokes his thumb over your cheek to show you he's okay. "Stand up." He requests, helping you up with his other hand.

"Are you okay?" You double-check.

He nods slightly before he dips his head, avoids bumping your noses together, and kisses you. You shouldn't be so shocked since your lips were a couple of inches away from his on the couch, but it takes you a half-second to kiss him back.

It's a delicate and surprisingly innocent kiss for the position you were just in, and he looks shy when he pulls back, avoiding eye contact. It's a side to him that you've never seen before, like the wall of authoritative command has wavered, and it's attractive. "Sorry, I just don't like to...you know..." He trails off sheepishly.

You fill in the blanks in your head, leaning up to kiss him yourself. You always knew he was a softy. "It's okay." You assure him. "Can I?" You ask, hooking your fingers into his belt.

"Please." He nods. You don't even get back down to your knees before both of you are distracted by Spencer on his hands and knees, his loud moan, and the beautiful sight of Derek's fingers in his ass. His index and middle finger pump in and out at a speed that makes your knees weak, from watching, clearly hitting a spot inside Spencer that makes him crazy.

Derek praises him, running his large palm over his arched back. "Such a good boy." He says, putting another finger in Spencer's ass. His moans are shameless, different from how soft-spoken he usually is.

"You're going to have to be quieter than that." Aaron comments, sneaking a hand under your shirt to touch your bare skin so he can keep you close to him.

"Can't think of a good way to shut him up, Hotch?" Derek prompts with a sly grin. "His mouth is extraordinary."

Aaron plays it casually, too, and Spencer's hips search for friction on the bed at the objectification. "If you're going to fuck him, I'm going to need to."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck him," Derek assures him, making Spencer whine pitifully, and roll his hips back. "Be good." He chastises as he slips his fingers out and takes off his pants.

"Promise, promise," Spencer begs as Derek uses one of the many, many condoms on the table.

Aaron looks to you. "Mind if I put that sharing theory to the test?"

You gulp, your mouth drying up. Just seeing Derek fuck Spencer is going to be hot, but throw in Aaron as well? Yup, that could be straight out of a sex dream. "Go for it." You say weakly.

Aaron holds you tightly to him, not wanting you to feel left out. He leans down to kiss Spencer like he had done with you while you take his pants off for him.

You kiss up his neck as he does so until you can whisper into his ear, "Proud of you."

He knows what you mean because he told you all about his abusive, poor excuse for a father who hated that he liked boys, as well as girls, and beat him into repression.

He stands back up again, locking eyes with Derek before they both push inside Spencer. His moans without a cock in his mouth must be impressive because even with Aaron hitting the back of his throat, he's loud

Derek stays in him, unmoving for him to adjust to the size of his thick cock. Aaron doesn't, starting with shallow thrusts into his mouth. "Guide him." He tells you, taking your hand and threading it through Spencer's hair.

When he nods, you do so, tightly grasping his hair to make him whimper around Aaron's length, which, in turn, makes him groan. Derek's thrusts implement much more movement of Spencer's mouth around Aaron than your fingers do, but you keep them there because he looks so pretty that you can't help the need to touch him.

Aaron's head tilts to you when Spencer can no longer keep his eyes open, and he kisses you more passionately that time, tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing. It's rough, and all that you want from him.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." You tell him when you both have to pull back to get some air, breathless.

He tears his eyes away from you, tugging Spencer off him, hopefully, to oblige your request. Spencer actually looks upset, like he's done something wrong, and Aaron quickly assures him that it's quite the opposite. "You did so well." Then he looks up at Derek, who's pounding into Spencer. "You were right."

Spencer mewls at the praise, and you're too focused on how cute he looks to notice Aaron's expression darkening until he pushes you to the floor. His hand rests against your cheek before he pulls back and slaps you so lightly it's almost a stroke.

"Making demands isn't cute." He warns, darkened eyes staring into your soul.

He's perfect in any form, but the back-and-forth repartee, you winding him up and his retaliations, continues to get you hot and bothered. "So you don't want to cum in my mouth?" You ask. "Because this." You pause to stroke pump his length, coated with Spencer's spit, up and down. "Says otherwise." He groans from you stroking your finger over the tip, and you decide he's in a position compromised enough for you to push him more. "Still got tough enough to follow through on your promise of shutting me up?"

"Yes." His voice snaps at the same time his hips do into your mouth. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

He's rougher with you than he was with Spencer, but he doesn't push into your mouth too far, aware of his size. He tangles his fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail so he can thrust in and out of your mouth. You don't go against his rhythm, but you take more of his cock down your throat each time, and by his raised eyebrows, impressing him greatly.

On the bed next to you, Derek has Spencer in the exact position he was in on the couch, fucking him lighter than before, teasing Spencer by not letting him cum. It doesn't stop him from loudly moaning, meeting Derek's thrusts by rocking his hips back.

You only have to gag a few times around Aaron's length, fondle his balls, and wink at him before he's coating your throat with another type of his bodily fluids.

As promised, you keep your lips wrapped around him as you swallow all of his warm cum, winking up at him. "Good?" You ask as you pull off, but you already have your answer from the look on his face.

"I mean, Spencer got me most of the way there." He jokes with you, looking back at Spencer on the bed, who's getting railed into next week with the pace of Derek's thrusts.

When he helps you up, you punch him on the shoulder. "You jerk."

"I'm going to fuck you later." He promises, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward to kiss you again. That time, you pull away from the kiss, grab his jaw, and spit into his mouth, no doubt letting him taste his own cum. He groans after you do so. "Play with Spencer." He insists, pushing you onto the bed.

Cruelly, Derek's pulling out of Spencer, having cum inside him without letting him cum.

Aaron goes to sit on the armchair in the room, needing a moment before he fulfills his next promise, and you stand at the edge of the bed.

You cup Spencer's cheeks at the edge of the bed while he stands up on his knees, rocking slightly. "So precious." You coo, smiling at his fucked-out state. He's painfully hard, and you love to tease.

Derek comes to stand behind you after disposing of his condom, completely naked, and he starts kissing your neck. You reach around to feel the muscles of his stomach, having seen them without being able to touch so many times. Your lips stay on Spencer's, gauging how submissive he is by how much control of the kiss he's giving you.

Derek and Spencer lift your shirt over your head together, both of them kissing every inch of bare skin while the compliments flow. Derek takes Spencer's hand from your waist, holding it against the clasp of your bra.

"Take it off her." He prompts before chuckling. "If you know how."

Spencer huffs, turning back to glare at him. "I've taken bras off before." He declares.

"I'm teasing, silly," Derek says, moving his hand off Spencer's in favor of cupping his cheek.

You move slightly out of the way when you see the look in Spencer's eyes, probably mirroring Derek's. It's a desire for more than the physical side of sex. There's an emotional longing, and you watch right next to you as Derek pulls his face closer. He doesn't hesitate to dive in and kiss him for the first time.

You cup Derek's cheek as they kiss, proud of him for overcoming the traumas of his childhood, like you're proud of Aaron for doing the same thing. From your glance at Aaron in the corner, you know he's thinking the same thing, and you can also see his longing for Spencer.

Derek and Spencer's kiss only lasts a few seconds, although you're sure it won't be the only one of the night. Then Aaron's up standing again, determined to tease Spencer since you're too stunned to.

Derek's hands leave you and he takes Aaron's seat, watching you three work in tandem. Aaron undoes your bra with the help of Spencer's hand before they each squeeze one of your tits.

You throw your head back onto Aaron's shoulder when he pinches at your nipple. "Responsive." He praises, enjoying toying with you.

When you look down, Spencer's looking at you like your tits are the first pair he's ever seen, totally astonished. "You're so beautiful." He tells you sweetly.

"You are, sweetheart." You reply. "Such pretty moans, too."

Aaron's voice in your ear surprises you, his body heat making your knees weak. "Want to hear more?" He offers.

"What? You're going to fuck Spencer before me?" You complain. Just the words make Spencer whimper, and you don't blame him. You can't wait to have his cock in you either.

Aaron's hand travels upwards until it's resting against your throat, and he squeezes as lightly as he had slapped you, experimental. You rock your hips back against his.

"Yup, I'm sticking to an order." He scolds you. "Suck it up and wait or get nothing."

Playing him is what you do well, and you whimper softly. "I'll wait." You agree, moving out of the way so he can kiss Spencer. When he's distracted by his cock stirring, you walk over to where Derek's sitting.

"Hi, baby." He says, looking up at you as one of his hands curls around the back of your thigh. You catch the glances he's sneaking, indiscreetly, at your tits. "Come here to seduce your second choice?"

"Never my second choice, Der." You assure him. "I do think it's only fair I get fucked at some point."

He nods in agreement. "I do think that's very reasonable. But to avoid Hotch's wrath at me having you first, I'm going to need some persuading."

You can give that to him easily, especially when he's getting hard from staring at your tits.

You rest his hands on your waist, shocked, like you were with Aaron's, at how big they are against your skin. "Unlike the lap dances I'm sure you usually get, you can touch me." You tell him.

"Baby, there's no competition." He assures you, that signature Derek Morgan smirk directed at you. It fills you with confidence, and there is no confidence boost like one coming from someone as charming as him.

You're determined to make it fantastic anyway, moving your body sensually against his. You run your hands down his chest, feeling those delicious rock-hard abs before rolling your ass against his cock. With a wide smile, he just watches you, hands following your movements. Turning your head to the side, you suck on his neck like he had been doing to yours.

You get sidetracked by Spencer's beautiful mouth and its sounds again. He's getting his prostate pummeled by Aaron, eyes rolled back so far into his head that you’re sure they’ll stay like that.

"Want a turn?" He offers you, noticing how turned on you are from watching everyone fuck Spencer.

"Please." You beg, placing your hand on top of his, and pushing it up your thigh.

He squeezes your thigh, turning you around. His fingers drag the zip of your skirt down, and you step out of it when it lands on the floor, nude aside from your underwear.

"God." He mutters, eyes all over your figure. "You are gorgeous." You grin at him, spinning around. "Going to believe me next time I tell you that?" He asks, pulling you closer to him by your hips before grabbing the back of your knees, so you're kneeling on either side of his thighs.

You laugh. "Yeah, maybe I will."

"Going to ride me? Or I can fuck you into that mattress." He offers, fingers moving across your lower stomach, barely nudging the waistband of your panties.

You look behind at Aaron and Spencer, and you have your answer. "There."

Derek doesn't struggle to pick you up as he gets up, his hardened cock resting against the wettest spot of your panties. He dumps you onto the mattress, standing back to take your panties off.

When he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. "You don't have to." You tell him gently. "I'm clean and on birth control."

He grins at you, hands back on your hips as he pulls you to the edge of the mattress. You wrap your legs around him to bring him closer, and his cock nudges your clit.

He strokes your slit, smirking at how wet you are before pressing into your hole. "Need a warm-up?"

You shake your head decisively. "No. Just fuck me, please, Derek."

"Since you asked so nicely." He agrees, lining his cock up before pushing into you.

You both moan in unison at the instant pleasure. Somehow, he feels thicker than he looks, taking up every inch of space inside you. Each vein has a delightful feeling against your walls.

"Fuck, can you feel how tight you are?" He asks, mostly rhetorically.

"Y-yeah." You answer with a shaky breath as he sinks fully inside you. "Holy shit, Derek."

He still has that grin on his face that you love, and it's so attractive. "Yeah, baby, I know." He agrees. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, the slight stubble that's grown out on his face tickles your skin. "Look at him."

The him is Spencer next to you, head thrown back against Aaron's shoulder while he gets fucked basically upright. You haven't been drowning out his moans, just focusing on the feeling of Derek inside you, but they're louder than before.

"Going to be a good boy and cum?" Aaron asks him, cutting himself off with a loud groan.

Spencer's nodding frantically, blubbering about how close he is. He's so pretty like that, hair sticking to his forehead. You and Derek watch as his muscles tighten, and he cums on his stomach. Aaron pulls out of him without coming. Hopefully, saving it for you.

Aaron lets him drop onto his back on the bed, and you touch his cheek gently. Derek, picking his thrusts up, draws your attention back to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

With his pace, you don't even realize Aaron's hovering over you until he taps your cheek. Instinctively, you open your mouth, unsure of what he's about to do. Then he lets a long trail of his saliva mixed with Spencer's cum that he must have cleaned up into your mouth. You moan at the taste and position you're in.

Derek picks up his thrusts inside you, cock gliding in and out of you with ease. "What's got you so wet, baby?" He coos, grabbing your hips tighter. "Me, Spencer, Aaron? All of us?"

"Everything." You answer. "Please, keep going. And faster!"

He gives you just what you want, quickening his rhythmic pace and hitting a spot so deep inside you that you aren't sure you've ever felt it before.

You chant his name in time with his thrusts, tightening your legs around him, and your stomach muscles tighten involuntarily as you cum on his cock, clenching around him.

"Where'd you want it, lovely?" He asks, voice strained. He must be so close to coming because he doesn't try to hide it.

"In me." You answer without any hesitation. The enthusiastic grin you send him does him in, stilling entirely inside you as he pumps you full of his cum.

When he pulls out, you're still breathless, unsure of if you're just waking up from a dream or not. Derek kissing you again makes it real.

You're still seeing stars when Aaron's hands grip your thighs, and when you finally open your eyes, he's standing where Derek was before. He's sitting with Spencer now, getting some water to cool down.

"You okay?" He checks.

"Yes." You assure him.

With the dark lust in his eyes, all bets are off. "Good, you're going again."

That's all the warning he gives you before sliding fully into you. He feels different from Derek, probably longer, but not by much. The overstimulation has you squirming, writhing against the comforter with a massive excess of pleasure.

Whether it's Derek's cum or just how aroused you are, you take the number one spot on his list.

"Fuck, Aaron, Jesus Christ." The moans slip from your mouth loudly.

He's keeping one hand against your waist and the over snatches your jaw. "That dirty mouth will get you in trouble one day." He assures you.

You scoff, but it comes out as a light sigh. "After all the things I've had in my mouth tonight, you think that's dirty?" You get the words out between moans.

"Can't even make smart remarks without moaning. Pathetic." He says, shaking his head in faux judgment. He adores it and knows you love it by how much you tighten around him.

"Can't even shut my smart mouth up properly." You retaliate, getting a brutal thrust in reply.

He doesn't say anything as his hand creeps onto your throat, but he challenges your statement by squeezing tight enough that you probably would struggle to talk if you were in a position to think coherently.

"Knew that would work like a charm." He gloats, smirking at you. "Am I going to have to do that every time you get mouthy?"

"Yeah- fuck- that'll work." You agree.

Before you realize it, he has your feet above your head, thighs resting on his chest. It means he can get even deeper inside you, giving you the long thrusts he was giving Spencer, rearranging your guts.

"Aaron!" You moan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Feel so perfect squeezing around me." He compliments.

You notice the little bump in your lower stomach when you look down at where you're connected, and you take one of his hands so he can feel it.

It drives him over the edge, pumping you full of his cum like Derek had, both of their ejaculates mixing together. You were close to reaching that wonderful peak as well, and you hit him on the shoulder for not letting you finish when you realize it was intentional.

"Spencer," Aaron calls him over, maneuvering you like you're a rag doll so you're laying on the bed properly with your head propped up on the pillow.

Spencer crawls between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs. Just his hot breath against you drives you insane.

"We've got to see if his skills transfer," Aaron explains, tangling his fingers in Spencer's curls as he pushes his lips against your slit. Not wanting to waste any of Derek or Aaron's cum, Spencer starts lapping up all that's spilling out of you.

"And give her another." Derek backs you up, sitting next to you, so he can fondle for tits. "How did these get so criminally neglected?" He does something about it and leans down to suck on them, intent on leaving reminders of your fun evening.

Spencer is, as promised, good with his mouth. He's got to perfect amount of pressure with his tongue, and he splits his focus, in a pleasure-inducing ratio, between your clit and your hole.

After Aaron previously fucking you, Derek's teeth scraping the delicate skin of your tits, and Spencer's talented lips, it doesn't take much building before you're on the edge, pushed by a single look at a specific one of them.

You lay there spent, passion coursing through your veins. You don't move until Aaron's hand gently lifts your head up, and he holds Spencer's water glass to your lips, all the ice melted.

"You okay?" He asks again, looking at you softly.

"So okay." You assure him. "I could go for another five right now. Too bad about your old-man libido."

He rolls his eyes, but it's affectionate. "She's fine." He reports to Derek, who was probably concerned about having taken things too far, although he wasn't the one with his hand around your throat. "What do you need? Food, water, shower?" He offers.

You shake your head. "Just sleep."

"She needs to pee," Spencer reports to Aaron before going into the science of peeing after sex.

You giggle at him as you get up onto your very wobbly legs, and ruffle his hair. "Thanks, genius." You joke before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, and to stretch," Derek adds. "I did not know you were so flexible."

"You didn't know a lot of things about me." You remind all of them. "And there were lots of things I didn't know about each of you."

"Y/n." Aaron stops you from trying to follow what the doctor advised. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You answer, much too tired for a dare.

He's hoping you would pick that anyway because he's got one thought up. "Are you going to use that knowledge again?"

You nod. "Absolutely."

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[moonlitdesertdreams]

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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I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Bucky Barnes

Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.

Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter

Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.

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Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.

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Tangled

Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel

The Little Mermaid

Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters

Frozen

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Beauty and The Beast

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Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

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Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger

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Regulus Black

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Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson

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Twilight

Jacob Black

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Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert

NCIS

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Law & Order: SVU

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Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

My Hero Academia

Dabi Katsuki Bakugou

Dividers, repost divider By saradika

Word Dividers by CafeKitsune

[confused-pyramid]

Back To You

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: You get assigned to help out the BAU, forcing you to work with your ex-girlfriend, Emily.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, oral(f!receiving and f!giving), spitting, exes to lovers, soooo much plot, angst, drinking

You knew you were in for a long week when you were assigned to assist the BAU on their latest case. You've always admired their work, and in another life, maybe you would've applied to transfer to their unit, but there was one thing holding you back. One tall, beautiful, infuriating thing.

You scan your badge ID to get into the FBI building in Virginia, and rush forward to catch the closing elevator. You're greeted by a tall, muscular man who flashes you a grin as he holds the doors open for you.

"Thanks," you say, returning the smile quickly before pulling out your phone to check the time.

"I'm Derek," he continues, forcing you to turn back to him. "I don't think I've seen you before."

Oh boy.

"I won't be here long," you reply, taking a step forward as the elevator doors open.

To your dismay, Derek follows behind you as you head into the main floor of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Before he can say anything else, you take the stairs two at a time up to Agent Hotchner's office to announce your arrival.

~~~

"Why can't serial killers do their killing at a decent hour?" Emily groans with a yawn.

"Well, actually," Spencer begins, his interest straying from the sugary coffee in his hands, "statistically speaking, the average time of day for a serial killer to dump a body is -"

"Spence," JJ cuts in, her eyes crinkled with laughter, "she was kidding."

"Yeah," Spencer nods, his lips scrunching in a line, "I knew that."

His expression makes Emily laugh, but the humor in her eyes immediately dies when she sees the person accompanying Hotch and Rossi.

"You have got to be kidding me," she mutters under her breath.

JJ turns to her with a confused expression that is quickly answered when you look pointedly at Emily, humor dancing in your eyes. "Hey, Prentiss, don't look so happy to see me."

"You two know each other?" Hotch asks, his brow furrowing.

You wave away his concern, an innocent smile pasted on your face. "Prentiss and I were in the same year at Quantico."

You don't miss the look of relief that flashes across Emily's face when you don't reveal any more information than that. You swallow the hurt that pits in your stomach as Hotchner introduces you to the team.

"This is Agent y/n, and her unit in Los Angeles sent her to assist us on this case, as they have been chasing our killer for a few months already."

You nod, adding to his statement. "Yup, we've been looking for this sick son of a bitch since October, but we have a pretty solid database of evidence on him now."

"Garcia will also be joining us for this case," Hotch finishes up. "Wheels up in 20."

~~~

You were the last to board the jet, and by the time you arrived, everyone had taken their seats. Unsure of where to sit, you pick a seat on the opposite side of the plane from Emily, away from the rest of the team.

Glancing over at her across the jet, you see her talking to JJ and Garcia, the tech analyst, laughter bubbling out of her.

She always looked so pretty when she laughed.

"So," Penelope whispers to Emily, a coy smile playing on her face, "I heard you and new girl have history."

"We were at the academy together," she repeats, giving her a tight smile. Pen doesn't seem to accept this answer.

"Oh, it's definitely more than that," she retorts, her eyes beaming mischievously. "C'mon Em, spill."

"Yeah, Emily," JJ grins, turning around to sneak a glance at you. "What's up with you guys."

Letting out a deep breath, Emily closes her eyes for a few moments before muttering, "We dated for a bit."

Almost immediately, their eyes widen in surprise and glee and they open their mouths to say something, but Emily cuts them off. "But it was years ago, and it doesn't matter any more."

Pressing her lips into a thin line, JJ asks, "How did it end?"

Sighing, Emily leans back in her chair and rubs a hand over her face. "After Quantico, I got assigned to a team in London and the distance became too much. It just fizzled out."

If only that was the whole truth.

Thankfully, JJ and Penelope hold their questions for the rest of the flight, and Emily only finds herself peeking over at you a few times. You look so peaceful with your earphones in and your eyes closed. Your laugh used to ground her whenever things got tough, and Emily is almost too afraid to hear it again after so long.

Once the jet lands, the drive to the hotel is quick, and everyone gets settled into their rooms. Soon after, the whole team meets at the local police station to get a briefing about the latest murder.

"I'd like to check out the crime scene," you state after the briefing, looking to Hotchner for approval. "I want to compare the markings and dump site to the previous murders."

Hotchner nods in agreement, but to your dismay, he turns to Emily next. "Prentiss, seeing as your two are acquainted, go with Agent y/n to the crime scene. The rest of us will stay here to look through the filed evidence and interview the family."

Pursing your lips, you glance over at Emily, who looks even more agitated than you feel. She doesn't meet your eye as she remarks, "I'll drive."

You practically jog to catch up to her as she stalks out of the police station, her long legs carrying her at a speed you can barely keep up with. "Yo, Prentiss, wait up."

She discernably slows and you come up next to her, focusing in on her weary expression. "I'm not here to cause any trouble, you know. I just want to solve this case and get out of here."

Emily takes a deep breath, biting the corner of her lip like she always does when she's pensive. "Okay. Then quit it with the little comments."

A smirk involuntarily crosses your face and you press your lips together to keep it from blooming. "No promises."

~~~

The car ride is mostly spent in silence, and when Emily reaches over you to grab something from the glove compartment, you smell her familiar scent of lavender and cinnamon. You shake your head slightly to clear your thoughts and everything else leaves your mind when you see the crime scene. You log all of the pertinent evidence in your notebook and ask the officers on the scene a few questions about the position of the body and any possible tampering. After about an hour, most of the police officers have left and you are winding to a close, but then you hear Emily's voice cut through the silence. "Did you have to say those things in front of my colleagues?"

Sighing, you close your notebook and push your hair back from your face. "I didn't tell them anything. It's not my fault you're all trained at analyzing human behavior."

She rolls her eyes and heat flares in your stomach from anger and something else you can't place. "You like stirring up drama and emotions; you always have. I don't know why I thought it would be different n-"

"Don't profile me, Emily!" you exclaim, your volume controlled only by your gritted teeth. "You promised you wouldn't do that with me."

"Well, I guess we made a lot of promises we never intended to keep."

You whip around, your eyes wide with shock. "Don't you dare put that on me. It wasn't me to ended us. I tried so hard, but you didn't want to anymore."

You're surprised when Emily's eyes start glistening and you turn around in an effort to subconsciously push the conversation away from you. You hadn't unearthed the end of your relationship in years. You had always been abundantly clear about what you wanted.

If the drive there was chilly, the drive back was straight ice. You both enter the police station together, but immediately split off as soon as you get the chance. Emily heads over to help JJ and Rossi sort through some evidence and you join Morgan as he looks over the interview transcripts.

"How did the crime scene go?" he asks, flashing you a smile as you take a seat next to him.

"It's definitely the same unsub," you reply, leaning back in your chair. "The body and dump site were almost identical to the previous murders I followed back with my unit."

"Mm yeah, makes sense," Derek nods, putting down the papers in his hands. "So, what's it like working in California?"

"Sunny," you mutter, no longer paying attention to him. Your focus has shifted back over to Emily, who is furiously flipping through the bags of evidence. Her brow is furrowed so hard that you swear you can see frown lines forming in real time.

You're still angry at her, but you know that the way things ended wasn't entirely her fault. You pushed her to go to London even when she said she didn't know if she could handle the distance.

"I was wondering if you wanted to a get a drink after we catch this guy."

Derek's voice jolts you from your thoughts and you blink in confusion. "A drink?"

He nods again, his lips curving into a small smirk that probably would've worked on you back in college. Instead, you tilt your head apologetically and sigh, "Sorry, but I don't date colleagues anymore."

Thankfully, this doesn't seem to faze him and he just grins. "No worries, babygirl, just thought I'd ask."

You smile back and peek over at Emily again, hoping she didn't hear your conversation. You find her absorbed in the evidence, and let out a breath in relief.

Emily can feel you looking at her and she almost misses it when JJ whispers, "What happened at the crime scene? You two looked ready to tear each other's hair out when you walked in."

Biting her lip, Emily runs a hand through her bangs and keeps her eyes on the table as she finally admits, "I wasn't exactly telling you the truth when I said that we fizzled out. After the academy, I got an offer to work in the London office, and at first everything was fine, but then the distance was just too hard and I called things off."

"Em..." Penelope whispers sadly, but Emily knows that if she stops talking now, she'll never be able to get it out.

"Maybe it's some unresolved trauma from my childhood in Italy, but whenever my relationships became too real or too deep, I ran away. Somehow the distance made us even closer and I got scared, so I ended it."

She suddenly puts her head in her hands. "I just got so defensive at the crime scene, and I think I might have accidentally blamed her for things that weren't her fault."

JJ pats her on the back and peeks over at Garcia before saying what she already knows. "You should apologize. That's the only way you two are going to be able to move forward."

Emily lifts her head and blinks away the tears forming in her eyes. After a few moments, she nods.

~~~

You're chatting with Derek when Emily approaches you, a nervous look on her face. "Hey, Morgan, can I talk to y/n for a second?"

"Yea, for sure, Prentiss," he stands, patting her on the back, before joining JJ and Garcia across the hall.

Emily takes a seat next to you, and you take a deep breath, looking at her expectantly. "So...what did you need?"

She looks down and you can immediately tell exactly what she's thinking. She confirms your thoughts when she begins to apologize. "I was unprofessional, and I was a jerk. I'm sorry for everything. For earlier today and for all the awful things I said years ago when I didn't know how to be with you."

You don't know what to say, but you can feel your throat burning with tears, so you look up at the fluorescent lights to quell them. Emily waits a few moments for a response, but when you don't say anything, she gets up and heads towards the door.

"I don't hate you, you know," you whisper when you regain the ability to speak. "I did, for a while, but the more time that passed, the more I realized that you had just seen what I couldn't...what I refused to."

She stops in her tracks, but she doesn't turn around fully. Without meeting your eye, she shakes her head, "No, I was wrong. I shouldn't have given up on us so early."

This time, she doesn't give you a chance to respond before she rushes out the door, the scent of lavender and cinnamon left in her wake.

~~~

Over the next few days, the chase for your killer seems to near its close and everyone feels the tension in the air. Luckily, you and Emily no longer contribute to it. Your conversation seemed to have cleared the unresolved hostility, especially because your little comments don't seem to bother her anymore. If anything, Emily seems to be enjoying them again; you swear you even catch her smile to herself once.

After poring over all of the evidence from the past months - yes, all of it - Reid makes a connection that suggests the killer is likely still in town. The team works alongside the police to form an operation to catch him at his hideout, and the next day, you have all been prepped for the sting.

You're the last person to grab a bulletproof vest, and one of the straps catches on your back as you try to put it on. You struggle with the buckle for a minute before a voice comes up behind you, "Let me try."

You turn back to see Emily reach around you and pull the now unstuck straps forward. She bites the corner of her lip in concentration and you can't help but observe her face as she works on your vest. You always loved watching her when she was focused, because her expression betrayed everything she was thinking. It was one of the only times that she completely let her guard down and you were surprised by how that notion made your chest tighten with yearning.

"There we go," she nods, smiling as she finishes strapping you in. "Let's catch this son of a bitch."

You grin back and you swear you can feel the crackle of electricity as she lifts her hands off your vest. I'm done for.

Soon after, the whole team piles into two SUVs and you choose to sit in the backseat with Emily behind the wheel and JJ on the passenger side. The drive to the killer's hideout is quick and you grin as you jump out of the car, Emily standing next to you. "Just like the academy, huh?"

Except then I could kiss you whenever I wanted to.

"Okay, everyone, remember your positions," Agent Hotchner commands, "Y/n and I will enter from the front, while Prentiss and Morgan enter from the back. JJ, Reid, and Rossi stay out here and man the exits in case he tries to run for it."

You nod in confirmation and pull your gun out as you follow Hotchner towards the disheveled house. He pushes the door open and you both fan out, checking each room for your unsub. When you enter the kitchen, you see that the wall has an uneven edge and you push it open, revealing a secret hallway.

Walking inside slowly, you quickly whisper into your earpiece, "I found a secret door in the kitchen. I'm heading in."

Your gun pointed in front of you, creep forward into the darkness.

~~~

"You have the right to remain silent," Hotchner grunts out as he fits cuffs onto the unsub and walks him out of the house. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Emily and Derek follow him out, a wry smile on their faces from the bittersweet victory.

"Where's y/n?" JJ asks as they head over to the SUVs.

"What?" Emily asks, fear spiking through her. "What do you mean? Didn't she come out first?"

"No, we haven't seen her since she went in with Hotch," Reid interjects, concern coloring his face.

Emily doesn't have a second to think about her actions before she finds herself turning around and sprinting back into the house, JJ and Morgan's voices calling after her.

When she's back inside, she pulls her gun out and calls your name a few times. Her stomach curls with nausea as she imagines what the unsub could have done to you in the short time it took to flush him out.

She makes her way through the rooms methodically, before she enters the kitchen and sees you stepping out of a dark hallway. Emily inhales sharply in relief and holsters her gun before grabbing the straps of your vest and pulling you into her arms.

"Where the hell were you?" she exclaims, releasing you from the tight embrace.

"What do you mean?" you ask, confusion marring your features. "I radioed that I found a secret room. Didn't you guys hear me?"

Emily shakes her head, her eyes unable to leave your face. "There must be a signal blocker down there or something."

You smile slightly, putting your hands out to show that you're fine. "Well, I'm sorry for scaring you, Em."

"It's not your fault," she breathes out, motioning for you to walk out in front of her as she brings her radio to her mouth. "I found her. She's fine."

You can hear the waver in her voice and for a moment you allow yourself to imagine that you're still in Quantico. That if you reached out and stroked her cheek, she would lean into your hand, instead of jerk back. That you could press your mouth to her throat and feel her pulse thrum under your lips.

The bubble bursts when you exit the house and the team approaches you to find out what happened inside.

Emily pulls away from the group and climbs back into the SUV, her heart racing with adrenaline. She didn't know what she would have done if you had been hurt. It had killed her to let go of you inside the house, and the idea that some part of her still wanted you was terrifying.

The door clicks open and JJ climbs into the passenger seat, surprised to see how rattled Emily looks. "Emily, you okay?"

She nods, refusing to look at JJ, because she knows that if she meets her eye, she won't be able to keep the tears from falling.

Back at the station, Rossi announces that everyone's required to meet at the hotel bar for drinks that evening. Everyone wholeheartedly agrees, and you are convinced by Penelope to reluctantly come along. You hadn't packed any fancy clothing, so you pull on your nicest silk button-down and a pair of dark slacks. You finish off the outfit with a thin golden chain around your neck.

When the elevator opens to the lobby, you see that everyone is already at the bar. Morgan, Garcia, JJ, and Reid are all seated in a circular booth, nursing colorful cocktails, and Hotchner and Rossi are deep in conversation at the end of the bar. JJ and Penelope notice you just as Emily is making her way back to their table and they wave you over as well.

"I'll get you a drink!" Penelope smiles brightly, getting out of the booth to let you slide in next to Emily.

You know she's just trying to give you the seat by Emily, but you smile anyway. "Thanks, Garcia."

Emily starts picking at the peanuts in the center as JJ and Reid begin plying you with questions about your unit in Los Angeles.

"My team is amazing!" you gush after two drinks and what feels like fifty questions. "We're basically a big family. It's similar to yours, in that way."

Emily peeks over to see you grinning widely, and your eyes glint even in the low lighting of the bar. Your top button has been undone and she can see the outline of your sharp collarbones through the silk. All of a sudden, she feels the distinct urge to lick up the valley between your breasts and grab your chain between her teeth.

You reach forward to pick up your drink again, and Emily brings her hand forward at the same time. Heat flares up your body as her fingers brush you and you would be lying if you said you weren't thinking about her silky skin against yours.

You finish your drink quickly and decide it's your last one, as you're starting to feel the buzz.  Emily puts her drink down too and you catch her eye as she pushes her hair back. The motion is so mundane and familiar but you feel a rush of heat shoot up your spine at the thought of her repeating the same movement on top of you.

"I'm gonna pay my tab," you mutter, pushing out of the booth and walking over to the bar counter.

"You still care about her," JJ whispers to Emily once everyone else has resumed their conversations. "She does too."

Emily shakes her head, grabbing another peanut. "It's been too long. I wasted too much time."

"You'll never know unless you try," JJ cocks her head to the side in a knowing expression that has come from years of being a mother. "You owe it to yourself to try."

"Thanks, Mom," Emily rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

JJ smiles back softly and pats her lightly on the arm. "I think I'll head up. I want to call Will and see how the kids are doing."

You are paying your bill as everyone starts tapering out of the bar, calling it a night. You don't realize that Emily is the only one left until you turn around and find her alone behind you. Her hands are in the pockets of her slacks and she nods her head towards the elevators.

You follow her and when the doors ding open, you both enter the empty elevator. Unsure of what to do or say, you lean against the back wall, your hands on the railing behind you.

The position pushes your chest forward, and Emily's tongue darts out to wet her lips as she sidles up next to you, her pinky touching yours. You glance over at her when you feel the contact and you see her looking back at you, her eyes burning with desire.

"Em, I..." you begin hesitantly, your feelings almost too overwhelming to voice out loud.

She looks back at you and whispers, "I know," before she pushes off the wall and slides her hand into your hair, bringing your mouth forward to meet hers.

The moment your lips meet, the built up tension from the past few days melts away almost instantly and your hands instinctively grab onto her waist to keep yourself steady. You moan lightly and respond to the kiss with the same enthusiasm you feel radiating around you.

Emily tightens her grip on your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to her. She begins peppering kisses down the column of your throat and you gasp into her thick hair, the spicy smell of cinnamon invading your senses.

You could get drunk off of her scent and you feel your head spinning as the heat of the moment starts to overwhelm you. You begin tugging her tucked blouse from her slacks when you hear a 'ding' and the elevator comes to a stop. You both spring apart, your chests heaving, but luckily no one is waiting when the doors open.

You expect Emily to do what she always does and leave, but to your surprise, she grabs your hand and grins, "My room."

You can't help but grin back and as soon as she gets her door open, you reach down to the hem of her top and yank it over her head. Her red, lacy bra stares back at you and you're practically salivating as you reluctantly tear your eyes away and pull her back into a searing kiss. Emily grips your waist and walks you toward the bed as she starts unbuttoning your blouse. Once she has all of the buttons undone, she pushes the blouse off of your shoulders and shoves you onto the bed.

You grin up at her as she crawls on top of you, shedding her pants as she climbs up. You're not surprised when Emily slides her hands up your arms and holds them above your head, a wicked grin ghosting on her gorgeous face. She always did like to take charge.

Holding your arms up with one hand, she starts kissing her way down your body, stopping at your waistband. The butterflies in your stomach turn to molten lava when she undoes the clasp of your slacks, her lips sucking marks into your inner thighs as she pulls them down along with your panties.

The feeling is so close yet so far from what you need, and you squirm beneath her, your hands reaching down to push her head where you want it. She chuckles at your desperation and takes her own sweet time nibbling at the sensitive skin of your thighs, "So needy."

Groaning, you tug gently on her hair. "Em, please, stop teasing!"

"Ok," she smiles innocently, "but only because you asked so nicely."

Without another warning, she dips her head down and sucks a stripe up your exposed cunt. You gasp from the contact and your hips lift up on their own, chasing after her tongue for more of anything she can offer. Emily smirks knowingly and begins to lap up your wetness, the skilled ministrations of her tongue eliciting a groan from deep in your throat.

"Yes, right there," you moan loudly when her lips attach to your clit and suck harshly. "Don't stop!"

Emily looks up to see your face contorted into an expression of pleasure and want. If she could stay in this spot forever, your legs wrapped around her head and your hands in her hair, she would. Pulling back for a moment, she gathers saliva in her mouth and lets it slowly fall onto your cunt, watching as it coats your lips. At the last second, she spits the last of it down and you practically come on the spot.

You feel your toes curling as she starts fucking you with her tongue and suddenly the coil within your stomach starts tightening. "Oh god, I'm close, I'm so close."

Emily heeds your cry and pulls your clit back into her mouth, her hands gliding up your body to tweak your nipples.

"I missed the way you taste," she murmurs, her words creating vibrations that have you clutching the sheets with desperation.

The combination of all the sensations from her mouth and fingers sends you over the edge and you cry out, white light blinding your vision as pleasure zings up your whole body. She slows down her motions as she works you through your orgasm, but you only give yourself a few moments of rest before you pull her up onto the bed and flip her onto her back. "My turn."

You lean down over her and kiss her, the taste of yourself on her mouth arousing you all over again. She lifts her back off of the bed and you take the opportunity to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside as you grin at the sight before you. Leaning down, you take one of her nipples in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, relishing in the sound of her moaning under you. You switch over to the other side, paying the same attention to her other nipple, before you straddle her lap and pull her up to kiss you again.

Her skin feels like velvet against yours and for a moment you almost forget how much time has passed since the last time. You almost forget that you are not together anymore and that after tonight you'll be boarding a flight that will take you thousands of miles away.

Shaking your head to banish the thought, you crawl down her body, hiking her legs over your shoulders as you dip your head down and swirl your tongue around her cunt. Emily gasps from the stimulation and you press your hands down against her abdomen to keep her from bucking her hips up off the bed. Diving back in, you reach one hand up and slip a finger in as you slowly lick her clit. She moans loudly and you can feel her wetness coating your hand and mouth. She tastes like heaven and you add another finger before sucking her clit, relishing the way her body responds to you.

"Fuck!" she cries out, squirming under your hand. "More, please, I need more."

You add a third finger and her body reacts immediately. Feeling how she tightens around your fingers, you quicken your pace and suck her clit once more before she falls apart beneath you.

"Oh, god, yes," she gasps as the aftershocks finally seize. "That was amazing."

You bring your fingers up to your mouth and suck them clean before crawling back up the bed and giving her a smiling kiss. Emily pulls you into an embrace that you allow yourself to reciprocate for a little while, but eventually you have to stop lying to yourself.

"I'm gonna get back to my room," you say quietly, slowly extricating yourself from her arms.

Emily looks visibly upset and you press your lips together into a thin line. As you're pulling your blouse back on, she finally speaks. "I was hoping we could try again. Being us, I mean."

"Em..." you sigh, grabbing your slacks from the floor. "I live across the country. The distance is what killed us last time, so I can't let myself believe that this time will be any different."

"But it will be," she assures you, sitting up in the bed. "It will be, because I'm different this time. I know who I was last time we were together and I don't ever want to be her again."

You purse your lips to keep from saying something you'll regret and instead opt for a simple, "How do I know it's true?"

She pulls the sheet up around her and looks back at you with conviction. "You don't. You have to trust that I still love you and that I will do better this time."

"I don't know..."

"One day at a time," Emily says, grasping your hand in both of hers. "We'll take it slowly, at whatever pace you want. I just want you again."

You slowly return her gaze and the sincerity in her eyes melts your resolve. Taking a deep breath, your lips curve into a smile as you finally say the word both of you have been waiting for.

"Okay."

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can you write an wife!reader with spencer reid where she like doctor at hospital and she gets kidnapped then the bau team finds her with bloody knuckles and the unsub knocked out, like reader kickass

Unintentional Baddass

Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader, BAU X Platonic!Fem!Reader

Summary: The Bau team is surprised to see you had knocked out your kidnapper and were waiting for them.

Warnings: Kidnapping, slight angst, terrible writing, fighting, knocking someone out, mentions blood, mentions hospitals. Please let me know (politely) if I missed any.

A/n: I'm not super good with angst but I tried to throw some in there. Thank you for the request sorry it took a little while. I don't think I did good with this fic but I hope you like it.

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It was any other usual day, Spencer had a case this one was conveniently located in Quantico. You were on a 12-hour shift that started 8 hours ago. It wasn't odd for you two not to hear from the other when one of you were working. Yet you both tried to check in with a text, especially Spencer as he knew you worried about him. He hadn't heard from you in at least 4 hours he was hoping you were just busy. But that didn't prove true when the case had brought them to your hospital.

You were gone. No one at the hospital had seen you for 2 hours. One of the patients had said they saw you outside taking a breather from their window but that was the last time they saw you. So all they know about your whereabouts is what the cameras showed which wasn't much.

"Reid we'll find her." Derek tried to assure the younger man but it was useless. Spencer couldn't lose you. It would crush him.

———

You looked around the shed, or at least that's what you assumed the place you were is. The unsub wasn't with you. You didn't know where he was but you had to hurry. You leaned down using your shoe lace to cut through the duct tape that was around your ankles them did a similar thing with your wrist. You looked around the room for stuff to help.

You quickly saw a rope hanging on the wall. Deciding you have one choice. To knock him out and tie him up. You just hoped Reid and the team were looking for you if this didn't work. The man walked back in seeing you standing.

He quickly tried to overpower you. You kneed him in the groin causing him to hunch over, and finally your punched him in the face with as much force as possible. But it didn't knock him out. You kept with as much force kicking and punching him until he was knocked out. You surprisingly didn't beat him to death though. You quickly tied him up in the chair to insure your safety if he wakes up.

Finally, you opened the door hoping you could find help. But it was sundown, and the shed was located in the middle of the woods. You finally fell to the knee the adrenalin was gone. You tucked your head into your knees and cried hoping to God your husband and the BAU would find you.

———

Hotch looked at Reid and motioned for him to stay at the car. Reid understood why which is why he didn't put up much of a fight but he paced around the car while the team and other FBI agents entered the woods with a search team of dogs.

You were starting numb at the wall feeling as though you'd never be saved. It felt like you were their for an eternity when in reality you've been there for 6 hours. You'd estimate it was 9. But you weren't really thinking of that especially when the door was kicked open.

"FBI!" You heard the all-familiar voice of your husband's boss. The FBI agents hadn't noticed you yet cause you hid yourself in a dark corner of the dimly lit shed. "Y/n?" Hotch said as he checked the unsub's pulse.

"Hotch." Derek nodded to the figure moving in the corner.

"Slowly reveal yourself." Hotch commanded. They saw you slowly come out of the corner. "Y/n." He breathed a sigh of relief. None of them wanted to have to tell Reid that they found you dead.

"Where's spence?" You asked tears in your eyes, but you still quickly embarrassed Hotch who was closest to the corner you had been hiding in.

"He's waiting at the car. Come on."

"Y/n!" Spencer was quick to take you in his arms. It seemed to be a eternity before you two pulled from the hug with a kiss. He quickly scanned his eyes over you checking for injuries. Your hands were bloody and bruised, arms had bruises forming on them, he couldn't see your legs due to your scrubs you were still wearing and he had a swelling black eye. "He hurt you." He frowned.

"Spence I'm fine."

"No your not. Did they catch the unsub?"

"He was already tied up." Morgan said walking back over looking at you with a smirk. He had been the one to walk you to spencer. "Girlie remind me not to get on your bad side." He joked hugging you.

"Hi, Derek." You smile tiredly. The three of you watched as the unsub was put in a car. The black eye you gave him shining. Other bruises could be seen lingering on his face. You were honestly surprised you didn't kill him with how many times your punched and kicked him.

"You did that?" Reid asked.

"Yep. Can we go home now it's been a long day." You yawned.

"You should at least get check out first." Reid worried.

"I'm a doctor. I checked myself out." You mumbled in annoyance.

"That doesn't count hunny." Reid said crossing his arms.

"Fine. Then we sleep." You negotiated.

"I migh-"

"No your fine go." Hotch dismissed him. Reid looked at him thankfully before paramedic got you into the ambulance. Reid followed behind and got in holding you hand.

The team was surprised you almost beat the guy to death. Thought they were thankful you were okay you did.

A/n: Welp it's late, good night.

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New oneshot alert!! @spencers-renaissance asked for this so here we are!! They asked “OK OK I’ve got so many ideas that I’ll never write SO. I really want to read a fic where a fem reader is dating emily and they’ve been together for Years. and then I want to read some cute fluff of her visiting emily when she becomes unit chief? and she’s really fond for the reader and she’s friends with the bau too, especially spencer and penelope! I just wanna feel like I’m emily’s whole world is that too much to ask 😳”

And no it’s not. And I’m sorry but I lowkey made it angsty ugh sorry. I love emily sm so here we go! (Also this is my first wlw writing piece so please don’t be too harsh!)

f!reader x emily prentiss

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Moya Lyubov'

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You hadn’t been able to see her this past month, and it was weighing on you like a stone. It’s not like you never saw emily, more though it was only through sleepy late night FaceTime calls and selfies she’d send to you to remind you that she loved you. And as much as you loved that, and secretly saved all those pictures to your cloud, you needed her.

Real her, not selfies and calls. You had to see her. You had to be able to reach out and hold her hand, and push her hair back out of her face and give her a kiss and know that she was a real person again. Because at times, it felt like she was a ghost.

Of course, you signed up for all of this when you two did start dating so long ago. Emily had practically tried to convince you out of dating her, because she knew the strain of her work would compromise all the romance she’d ever get. But you didn’t care. You were there with texts and late night FaceTime calls, and hell; sometimes she’d even relay case information to you and you’d offer up an angle she may have not considered.

It worked, the life you and her had built together. And you’d continue to make sure it worked until you were two old ladies sitting in rocking chairs and reminiscing about how young you used to be. But for now, you missed her. And you had to go see her.

~

And you did, it wasn’t uncommon for agents spouses to come through to see their partners when they were working overtime- which emily had been doing to an extreme as of late, not to mention she had flown out twice this month to consult on other cases, and the fact she had just been promoted. Her entire life was in the office right now, and you were more than willing to accommodate. If you were there, you knew it would just be better.

And you didn’t come empty handed, you knew well enough now to not show up without treats for the rest of the team. So when you showed up, you had two drink carrier’s worth of coffee with you.

You arrived quickly, as you couldn’t carry two drink carriers for too long- you were bound to drop one. And you made your way into the bullpen, “Well hello there gorgeous, what’re you bringing us coffee for?” Derek asked as he looked up from his case files, a tired smile on his face. He’s probably been here all day too.

You smiled back, him complimenting you didn’t phase you. Derek was naturally flirty and kind towards everyone, it took you a while to understand that at first, but now you were totally comfortable with him- and the rest of the team. J.J. made her way from her desk in the bullpen over to you once she saw you with the coffee carriers.

“Y/n, hey! What’s all this for?” She asked you happily as she gave you a hug, the team was very touchy (except for Spencer, which you didn’t mind either way.) so you accepted all the hugs and shoulder pats they gave you. It meant they accepted you for who you were, and that was the most important thing. After all, they were Emily’s family.

“No reason, really,” you explained as you reached into the drink carriers to find everyone’s orders. “I just wanted to come see em, and I thought coffee would be a nice surprise for everyone.”

“Thank you. And if Prentiss doesn’t marry you, I will. Team can’t afford to lose you now.” Derek gladly spoke as he reached over for the coffee, you handed it over to him with a wordless smile. You almost loved the team as much as emily did. Almost, because obviously you’ve never had to wrestle serial killers with them, and you only really can pack bond with people after you’ve done that.

J.J. grabbed her coffee, giving you one last ‘thanks’ before heading back to her desk. She seemed to be in the middle of something, which was no bother to you.

“Where’s Spencer?” You asked Derek after a moment, realizing it was only really him and J.J. in the bullpen currently.

“I think him and Garcia are in with your girl,” Derek said as he pointed up to where Emily’s new office was. The blinds were drawn shut, this was either really good or really bad. Or nothing.

“Are they in trouble?” You couldn’t help but ask, not sure if the question sounded dumb or not. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think it’s more of a friend talk, than a professional talk.” Morgan explained, sipping on his coffee casually.

You nodded, grabbing the coffee carriers off of his desk, “I’m going up there, giving Rossi his coffee before going to interrupt whatever they’re up to.”

“You go, girl.” Derek said supportingly as he swiveled around in his desk chair, focusing back on his computer monitor.

~

True to your word, you stopped into Rossi’s office and dropped a coffee off at his desk, he was on the phone in a heated debate, arguing about god know’s what;

“Martino, I’m not paying you to tell me your opinion- if I wanted that I’d walk into a bar!” Rossi raised his voice into the receiver, he briefly looked over at you and pulled the phone away from his mouth so he could talk to you, “Grazie, amore. My publisher’s an idiot.” He sighed, as if you could understand what it felt like to be a published author.

All you did was nod in response, “I hope he gets his head out of his ass.” You joked, Rossi chuckled in response, “Yeah, me too,” before turning the phone back to his mouth so he could yell some more, “You think I won’t take my business elsewhere? You want to doubt my integrity?! You’re on thin ice!” He reached for the coffee you brought him with ease, looking up at you with a wordless ‘thanks’ in his eyes.

“See you later.” You spoke softly to Rossi, moving towards the door, he nodded in confirmation. At you or the publisher, you weren’t sure. But with that, you left, shutting the door quietly behind you before walking to Emily’s new office.

~

You didn’t knock, instead just walking in. It wasn’t like you had a sense of superiority surrounding the fact your girlfriend was now the unit chief of the fucking BAU, but it was also just a bit of that. You couldn’t help it, she reached new heights she never would’ve imagined, you wanted to relish in it with her.

So you entered with ease, Spencer was sat in one of the guest chairs, Penelope was standing next to him, and Emily was on the opposite side of the desk. Her new name plaque simply read; “SSA Emily Prentiss- BAU Unit Chief”.

Everyone stopped when you entered, Spencer looked over at you from over the top of the chair, meanwhile Garcia turned a full one eighty, and Emily just raised her eyes to meet yours, immediately a small smile spreading on her face.

“Hi! Y/n, what’re you doing here?” Penelope asked giddily, always excited to see you and hug you and let you know that you were loved. She was the fucking best.

You raised the drink carriers as a weak excuse, “Thought you guys could use some coffee.” Garcia smiled happily, taking the carriers out of your hands gingerly, setting them down on Emily’s desk, immediately looking for her caramel grande extra shot vanilla almond milk whatever the hell she ordered.

“Did you bring one for me?” Spencer asked, “As if I wouldn’t. I know you don’t get enough sleep, Doctor.” You joked, he smiled sheepishly, and you pointed to a cup in the carrier, “That ones yours, it’s got an extra espresso shot.”

“You’re a life saver.” Spencer thanked you as he reached for it happily, you made your way past them and to Emily, who was still smiling softly at you, like you were the only person in the room. Her gaze was always so powerful, stopping you in your tracks, making you feel like it was only just her and you, and the rest of the world was static.

You smiled back at her, you couldn’t help it. “Hey, Unit Chief Prentiss.” You spoke, using her official title, a blush rushed up to her face, she looked bashfully down at the floor, she was beautiful.

“Okay, me and Reid are gonna dip because you two beautiful ladies need some alone time but we will talk later Emily! Y/n, thank you, I love you!” Garcia spoke happily as she set the last coffee, Emily’s coffee, onto her desk, before finally giving Reid the “let’s go” look; who nodded and got up out of the chair himself.

“Thanks y/n, I appreciate the coffee. Emily, please let us go.” He directed his final words at her, emily just chuckled in response, “Reid, unless serial killers stop for two weeks, I don’t think you and Garcia can go to that convention.”

“What about all my vacation days?” “They don’t cover half a months worth of absences.” “Can I take some of Rossi’s?” Spencer asked, getting off track- forgetting he was supposed to leave.

“Reid, c’mon!” Garcia called for him from the hallway, Spencer obliged, leaving with one final nod back at you, before turning and shutting the door behind him quietly.

~

“I missed you.” Prentiss spoke after Spencer left. Emily was always so reserved in front of the team, but alone, she would shower you with attention and love. It was an interesting personality shift to see.

“I missed you too,” you responded easily, leaning down to catch her lips in a chaste kiss.

“God, I missed you.” She repeated herself after she had pulled away. “I really, really fucking missed you.” You smiled, a smile that hurt your face if you kept it up for too long- which you knew you would. You couldn’t help it. Emily was an infectious disease, the kind that took over your body first, making you crave her, and then taking over your eyes, making you dream of her; and finally, over taking your mind and heart; only making you think of her and long for her. It was her, it would only ever be her that made you feel this way. And you didn’t care, all you cared about was her. And you had her, finally, thank god.

You couldn’t stop yourself, leaning in to kiss her again happily. You had missed her, you had missed this. You had missed being with her, talking to her, seeing her smile in real life- and not over video. This was like breathing fresh air after breathing in smoke fumes for hours, it was exactly what you needed. And it was exactly what she needed.

The kiss ended, you pulled away and moved back, towards the guest chair so you could sit and converse with her. She didn’t take her eyes off of you while you moved, and once you were seated she spoke again.

“This is perfect.” You raised your eyebrows, a signal as if to say ‘continue’, because you weren’t sure what she was referring to. “Having you, in my brand new office- where I’m unit chief. This feels like a dream.” You gave her a soft smile, “It’s what you deserve, you’ve worked so hard to get here, em.” You told her comfortingly. She deserved everything she’s gotten so far, this promotion especially.

Emily couldn’t stop herself from smiling and blushing, it was the one thing you could always end up doing to her, make her melt. It was your superpower.

“I don’t think I deserve you sometimes,” She admitted after a beat of silence, you stayed quiet as you watched the gears turn behind her eyes. What was she trying to say?

“You’re too good to me.” Emily settled on saying after a moment of thinking, “Seriously, this entire month I’ve been swamped with shit and you’ve just been fucking amazing to me and...” she trailed off, sighing.

“You can’t control the fact so much happened.” You offered up. Because it’s true, everything just started randomly, and now she was here. “I can’t,” Emily acknowledged, nodding. “But I can control how much I talk to you. And it’s not as nearly as much as I’d like it to be, baby, I’m sorry.”

She continued; “I’ve not been doing enough for you. I love you. I don’t care about work half as much as I care about you. I don’t want this month to last any longer, I just want to be with you; watching stupid rom coms and eating takeout with you and cuddling with you and Sergio at night, like how we do when I’m not on a case.” She rambled on towards the end, but her statement was clear.

“You don’t have to say work isn’t as important, I know especially with the promotion-“ you started, ready to excuse Emily’s apology. Because she didn’t necessarily have to apologize, but her being busy had affected you both.

She cut you off, however, “You are the only person who has made me believe I can have a life outside of my work. You’re the only person I want to spend time with, babe. Everyone on the team is mandatory, and I love them, but not like I love you. You’re my everything, you’re...” she trailed off, needing a second to find the words.

“You’re my world. At this point, I don’t want to be here without you next to me.”

You couldn’t respond, you weren’t sure how. Emily’s love had always been intense and passionate. But now? It was mixing with an apology she didn’t need to give, and one you didn’t deserve to receive.

“If my work keeps me this late ever again, I’m stepping down.” Emily ended her monologue of sorts with that, an intense ending.

“Emily,” you spoke softly, “I don’t want you to give this up, this is good..” you said, looking around the office as if to further prove your girlfriend had achieved so much, and shouldn’t throw it away.

“If it gets between us, it isn’t any good.” Emily spoke easily, this wasn’t a decision in her mind. She had already come to this conclusion, when, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was just moments ago, or maybe it was on your seventh FaceTime call where you admitted you hated not seeing her in real time. You’d never know when, but all you knew now was that she was firm in her decision. And she never doubles back on a choice.

“Babe..” you whispered now, quieter than normal. You didn’t want to get in the way, and it felt like you were- but she was telling you that you weren’t.

“You’re my favorite part of the day. You’re my love.” Emily admitted easily, originally it had been hard for her to open up in your relationship. But once you had shown you’d stick around through everything, she opened up like a book. And now she had no shame within telling you how much she loved you. Sometimes she’d even say it in her sleep when you both would lay down after a long day of work, anxieties, losses. She’d still always keep you in the fore-front of her mind, you never knew how.

“...I love you..” was all you could muster up saying, you weren’t sure what else needed to be said. Or what you could say. It felt like everything was being whispered right now, as if either of you spoke too loud, something would break.

Emily’s soft smile never wavered as she got up from her chair, pushing it in, and rounding the desk to stand in front of you.

“Let’s get out of here, moya lyubov'.” She spoke softly, the universe still seemed so quiet within her office. You felt the heat rise to your face as you heard her say “moya lyubov'”, it was Russian for “my love”, and it was one of the few phrases Emily knew.

She always called you pet names, loving names, even in her sleep she’d say it. But moya lyubov' was a special phrase. It was for those nights when so much was wanting to be said, but you couldn’t come up with the words, and by the end you both would be gasping for air, holding each other close instead.

So, neither of you would have to speak for infinity. Because as much as it mattered, moya lyubov' covered it all. It meant, “I’m sorry”, and it meant “you’re beautiful”, and it meant “I’m the luckiest person alive”, and most of all, it meant; “I am yours, and you are mine”.

So, as Emily Prentiss called you moya lyubov', you knew what she meant exactly. And she needn’t say more.

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[sopeyb23-blog]

The Three Rules

*not my gif

Rule #1, Rule #2

Summary: Spencer X F!reader work through exhaustion and frustration while on a case.

warnings: swearing (med), throwing things?, death (not main, not graphic, but mentioned), cm style issues, thats it i think???

Pairing: Spencer Reid X F!reader

words: 4.6K (shes big)

A/N: I keep making these soooo long, so, sorry. this one is a little darker than the rest but ends in fluff per usual and has a little bit of funny Emily and funny Garcia

*I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #2: Always offer comfort and support

Y/N ~

Spencer and I finally moved in together about a month after the last incident. And he was right, it was more efficient. 

“We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go!” I waited by our front door and Spencer ran around the apartment looking for his keys.

“I know I put them in the bowl”

“Spencer! I have keys, it's fine, let's go, lover boy!” He laughed and checked the ceramic bowl on the counter one last time before giving up. 

“Okay, one last check. Coffee?”

“Check” I held up the two large cups in my hands.

“Go bags, check” he held up both of our bags on his shoulders.

“And keys, ½ so, good enough” 

We arrived at the tarmac fifteen minutes earlier than usual...but still 10 minutes late. 

Spencer~

I took both of our bags and stashed them in the jet with the others before taking my seat beside Y/N on the couch. As per usual the first teasing began from Morgan when I sat down and he saw that my shirt was buttoned wrong and my hair was noticeably more disheveled than usual.

“Oooh, looks like a lover boy had a very good morning!” I glared at him as I rebuttoned my shirt and JJ immediately took action.

“Morgan, don’t make me put you in time out” He put his hands up in a mock defense.

“Im sorry mom!” Rossi laughed before handing me my paper file and Y/N her I-pad.

“Milwaukee again, they've got a child murderer.”   The once light mood from the teasing had gone away in an instant as we all opened up our files to see the pictures. 

“That's an annihilator” My first thought was to take Y/N's hand, offering a little support for her and comfort for myself through a small touch. She took my hand gladly and gave it a little squeeze. 

“An overly sadistic one too” Morgans brow furrowed as we continued to review the case but with perfect timing Garcia's face popped up on the screen. 

“I have a present for you” We all looked at her with puzzled expressions through the screen.

“Look under your seats!” she began with her best impression of a talk show host and we all fumbled about to find bedazzled gun holsters for each of us with all of our names in special large gems of our favorite colors. 

“Wow, thanks Garcia that's- that’s really thoughtful of you!” Emily tried and failed to contain her laughter as we all looked over to see Hotch replacing his leather belt holster with the bedazzled one from Garcia. He stood up to show her and got close to the camera.

“I’d say I look pretty badass.” He said it with a deadpan look on his face and then put his gun in it and sat back down without saying another word. JJ and Y/N looked at each other for a split second before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. Like always, if one person on the team laughs, the rest of us can't help but join in. I always like to say it's because of Y/N. Her laugh is just one of those laughs that radiates all over and lights up a room.

Once we could breathe again we all thanked Garcia and she hung up with a big smile on her face. Now on to Milwaukee.

Y/N~ 

When we landed Hotch sent Spencer and I to the first crime scene together. Whenever possible on hard cases he likes to keep the two of us together because we work better that way. There is just something about the little touches during a hard case that keeps me going. And for this one, I was definitely going to need that. 

“Poor JJ” As we walked around the crime scene looking at all of the damage done Spencer and I talked through whatever came to mind.

“What do you mean?” I love him so much. But he's absolutely clueless.

“I mean, her and Hotch both. I can't imagine doing cases like this when you have a kid of your own back home. It must be terrifying” he nodded in silence before crouching down in the corner of the little boys room.

“Do you ever consider it?” I continued talking to him even though I know we are here to work. Sometimes that's my biggest flaw. I don't shut up easily.

“Consider what?”

“You know. Having baby geniuses one day?” I gave him a curious little smile as I waited for his response and continued writing little notes about the crime scene in my phone.

“Well i mean yeah, of course. But I'm not the one who'd be carrying them for 9 months am I?” I laughed at him and nodded before stopping altogether. 

“Them?” He gave me a mischievous smile back and said nothing.

“Fine then, keep your secrets”

We finished up at the crime scene and then headed back to the police station where the rest of the team was waiting for our report. Hotch and JJ look notably defeated and Rossi, Emily, and Derek just looked downright exhausted. Sometimes our work takes its toll rather quickly, especially when it's a very emotional case. Seeing a parent sob so horrifically after you give them the news is never easy. It's draining.

“So, what was the scene like?” Rossi spoke up from where he was standing in the corner.

“It was carnage. Absolute carnage” 

“How are the parents?” I looked at JJ who out of all of us definitely looked the most defeated.

“They’re acting like anyone else would. They’re distraught.” I grabbed Spencer's arm and held it tight as we talked about the profile. The more we talked the worse everyone looked. Garcia called mid profile and even her voice sounded exhausted. But we all knew that we wouldn't rest until we caught him.

Spencer~ 

None of us slept that night. None of us even left the precinct that night. A few times while we waited for more information or for someone to come in for an interview we would take turns napping on two chairs we wedged together to form a bed in the conference room. I tried that once, but I could barely fit my torso in them so I decided I would have better luck with the floor instead. 

“Spence, you want a snack?”

“They got pretzels?” I looked up from my napping position on the floor to look at Y/N when she stood over me with a few quarters in her hand. 

“Yeah, i'll be right back” She walked away for a moment and came back with two cups of coffee and two bags of pretzels. 

 She plopped both of them on my chest and crumbled to the floor beside me.

“Dinner is served” I chuckled and took a swig of coffee- overly sugared just how I like it- and then ate a single pretzel before Morgan came running into the room.

“A boy was just kidnapped” 

In a panic we all rushed up from our various positions and walked out into the main room of the precinct. I went straight for Hotch who was on the phone talking angrily.

“They put out an amber?” he blocked one end of the phone before turning to me.

“Not yet, get JJ on that please” I nodded and started to walk over to where JJ was napping.

“And Reid, get Y/N to talk to the parents, JJ’s done enough” I nodded solemnly.

We all have to do parent notifications and walkthroughs sometimes, but JJ does them the most. Every once in a while we make someone other than her do it to give her a well deserved break. Out of all of the things that we do, notifying the families is one of the hardest. 

“JJ, another boy has been taken, Hotch needs you to put out the amber.” I shook her shoulder and she woke quickly.

“Me? I should be with the family, have Garcia do it.” I looked her straight in the eyes and shook my head.

“We got this one, you deserve a break” she said nothing but got up from her chairs and walked over to the computer to start on the alert. 

“Y/N, baby, Hotch wants you with the families” she was still sitting on the floor where our coffees sat mostly untouched.

“Oh, um, okay, let's go then” I put a hand on her thigh.

“He wants me here. Will you be okay alone?”

“Oh. yeah, i'll be fine i have the keys anyways” She looked uneasy but neither of us had any choice in the matter. I gave her a chaste kiss on the top of her head and she grabbed my hand for just a second.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, i’ll be okay”

I subconsciously noticed the way she indirectly answered my question. It was her way of saying, no i’m not okay, but go do what you do. I kissed her hand in mine and walked out of the room going to help Derek and Hotch deliver the profile while the rest of the team was dispatched to separate locations. It's going to be a long night.

Y/N~

By the time I arrived at the families house it was nearing morning and the sun was starting to rise. There were cops all around and in their house which I quickly told to go. Right now, being here is not going to do that boy any good. Only one stayed to guard outside of the house, and me, of course, being the current family liaison. One of the problems with being the liaison with the family of an abductee is that after you make the initial connection with them, you don't get to stop being their liaison until the unsub is caught. That meant hours of being by myself in their house hearing the mother and father cry over the loss of their child. That meant almost never sleeping, or eating. And worst of all, that meant being without Spencers comforting touch and encouragement.

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N, I'm the FBI agent assigned to your family.” They were sitting on the couch in the living room, their son’s toys covering the coffee table in front of them. The mother was crying soundlessly, almost catatonic, the father on the other hand was silent. He bounced his knee relentlessly and had no tears on his face. 

“Would you mind if I ask you a few questions about Danny?” 

The mother stayed quiet but the father looked up from his hands to speak.

“Do you think my son’s dead?”

Danny's mother withdrew her hand from her husbands and covered her mouth as she let out a sob.

“At this point we don't know much. But, i’m not here to lie to you, if this is connected to the other abductions then more than likely, yes”

The father still didn't cry, but instead just nodded his head solemnly. 

I asked them all the questions I could. Where did Danny go to school? Is there anyone he liked to hang out with? Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Danny? Some of them were real questions that needed answers. But for the most part they were just to get a sense of the parents, and to make them feel a little less helpless. Spencer always says to me that the best thing you can do for these families sometimes is just to make them feel like they can help. Usually they cant, but sometimes taking their mind off of their own thoughts and focusing them can bring out little bits of information we never knew would be helpful. The morning came and went. I had a single orange and a cup of coffee that day. The night came and still, no news. I checked my phone constantly, even though I knew that my ringer was on. If they found Danny, alive or dead, I would be the first person they call. But until then, all I could do was wait. 

Spencer~

Throughout the entire day I felt worried and distracted. Not just because I knew that the inevitable was close, but because usually, the team works in pairs. I deny it all the time, but I always work better when there is someone else with me. Not necessarily working with me- because I prefer to work alone- but just there. Someone who will remind me to slow down and take a deep breath or just let me talk out loud to them even though I probably won't listen to a word they say. But here I was, standing in front of a map, all alone, getting more and more frustrated by the moment and having not a single one of my teammates to get me back on track.

“Hello?” I finally took out my phone and called Y/N to get an update. On her that is, not the case.

“Hey, it's me, i'm just calling to see how you're doing” she sighed and I could practically see her rubbing a hand on the back of her neck and adjusting her glasses like she always does when she's stressed.

“That bad huh?”

“Yeah, not great. How's the map coming”

“It's not” this time it was my turn to sign into the phone.

“The the rest of the team is all out doing recon so i'm at a bit of a loss here”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Look Spence, I really shouldn't be on the phone, so-”

“Oh yeah, no I get it, of course.” She hung up without a word of goodbye and let me feel somehow even more frustrated than when our conversation began. I know she didn't mean to be condescending. I know she's just as frustrated as I am. But that doesn’t help me at the moment. After about another hour of waiting the rest of the team (minus Y/N) walked back into the precinct with downtrodden faces. 

“We just found the body, kid”  Morgan walked over to me and then sat down in a chair at the conference table. My heart broke. For once I was glad I wasn't with them today. 

“Did you get a positive ID?” I turned to Rossi this time who stood next me looking at the map.

“Yeah. it's him” 

Y/N~

I sat wide awake on the couch as it neared midnight. My phone lit up in the dark room with a call from Hotch.

“What's the news?” 

“We just got a positive ID on Danny's body” I was silent.

“After you inform the parents I need you back at the precinct” I was shocked. 

“Hotch, they still are going to need a liaison, my work isn't done yet”

“Y/N, their child is dead. There is nothing more that you can do for them” 

“Fine, i'll be back as soon as I can” I hung up the phone angrily and gingerly knocked on the bedroom door, knowing that this moment would alter their lives forever.

I opened up the door to the conference room to find everyone sitting in chairs around the table. They all gave me sympathetic looks and Spencer tried to reach his arm out to me which I denied. I’m a profiler, I know what healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms look like. I know that pulling away from anyone and everyone is not a good coping mechanism, but none of them were there with me. None of them saw the look of terror on his mother's face when I knocked on her door in the middle of the night. None of them heard her screams or saw her crumple to the ground in her son's room, holding his pillow like it was all that was keeping her anchored.  

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room as we went through the profile and barely said a word. I saw Spencer looking back at me worried a few times while we gave the profile to the police and again as I went back into the corner of the conference room, still pulling away when he tried to grab my arm. Once everyone had gone back to researching or calling or going door to door, Spencer walked over to my chair in the corner. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and squatted down directly in front of me. Still being careful not to touch me, he tried to look me in the eyes but I averted them. 

“Y/N, you should go to the hotel”

“Are you going to the hotel?”

“No but-”

“Don't tell me that I need it more than you. Or that I've had a harder time than you! We are all struggling, we all need sleep! I can handle this Spencer!”  He flinched a little when I started to raise my voice but still stayed in his position. Hotch and Rossi upon hearing me raise my voice walked back into the room and over to Spencer. 

“Y/N, Spencer's right, you need to get some sleep.” 

“Is that an order?” Hotch paused for a moment and looked at Rossi who nodded.

“Yes, i'll see you in the morning” I clenched my jaw and Spencer quickly moved out of the way to let me get out of the chair, but not before taking a firm hold of my arm.

“This is a good thing, don't be mad at us for trying to help you” I took my eyes off of the floor to glare at him.

“Spencer, if you value our relationship or your hand, let go of my arm and stop with your condescending bullshit”

Spencer~

After she left I think it's fair to say that my mood did not improve. My frustration about the case turned into overall frustration with myself and everyone who happened to be around me at the time. I stood in front of the map without moving for hours just looking and going through all different theories in my mind. I was no longer alone but at this point that didn't matter. 

“Hey Spence, do you want any coffee?” JJ approached me cautiously and I silently shook my head. 

“Okay, well, uh, let me know if you need anything” she walked away to the hall just outside of the conference room where Morgan and Emily were standing. I could hear Emily talk to her through the glass doors that separated us.

“So?” Emily probed JJ as soon as the doors closed behind her.

“No good, didn't even speak” 

“I'm worried about him'' There was a hum of agreement between the three of them before Emily opened the doors and walked in. she approached me with less caution than JJ, but still with a little apprehension.

“Hey there, Spencer, do you need any help?” i didn't speak a word or even shake my head this time.

“You know I'm pretty good at mapping it so it happens. I could also help with a key if you want? Or alternatively you could just talk to me? Or look at me? No? Okay, well i'm going go get myself a cup of coffee from the diner down the street, if you decide to speak let me know” 

She asked me question after question and still I didn’t speak or move. Finally after staying for a moment of hostile silence she walked out of the room to where JJ and Derek were waiting. 

“So?” This time JJ asked Emily

“I asked him like five questions and he didn't even try and correct my grammar.”

 They all paused in silence for a moment before Emily turned to Derek.

“Alright Morgan, your turn, good luck” she patted him on the back and he sighed before walking into the room even more hesitantly than JJ was the first time.

“Hey Reid, you know, we’re all here for you if you-”

I turned around very slowly with a deadpan stare.

“Morgan, as politely as I can say this, if you and the rest of the team don’t leave me the fuck alone then I am going to take all 187 points of my IQ and shove them, up your-”

“Woah, woah,woah, okay pretty boy, I get the message” 

He turned and walked briskly out of the room. I turned back to my board but could hear JJ talking still from the hall.

“I'm worried, I've never seen him like this.”

“The only times he's ever been this frustrated we all know who got him out of it.” Emily stated and turned to Derek.

“I’ll see what I can do. Hey Rossi, let's take a drive”

Y/N~

I had slept for a few hours but the nightmares woke me up. It was morning now, so at least I know I got a little bit of sleep. I took a shower, got dressed, and sat on the edge of my bed, not quite ready to face the repercussions of what happened last night. I put my head in my hands as I remembered last nights events. I fucked up. Bad. After a few minutes I heard a knock on my hotel room door and got up from the bed to answer it. Rossi and Derek stood there with hands on their hips and worried looks on their faces.

“Can we come in?”

“Um, sure?” He said it as they had already walked in the room and I went back to sitting on the edge of my bed as they stood in front of me. Derek was the first to break the silence and he tore me away from where I was looking as I fiddled with my hands.

“Look, Pretty boy is in a bad place and you're the only one we know can get him out of it. If we want to catch this guy we need him, and to get him back on track we need you” he stopped and sighed. 

“Well, I have been ordered to stay here, so I guess you'll have to talk to our supervisor about that” Rossi grimaced as I said it and pointed to him. He put his head down for a second and then took a seat on the bed next to me. 

“Look kid, you were in a horrible place and I know that you know that. If you want to stop feeling helpless, If you want to get that boy the justice that he deserves, then we need your help. Spencer needs your help. You are the only person in the world that could help him right now, so I need you to suck up your pride, and come with us.” 

I gulped and sighed before standing from the bed. 

“Fine. But you both owe me a drink” They laughed and opened the door for me as we left the hotel. 

When the three of us arrived at the precinct and walked into the main area by the vending machines we saw a group of officers crowding around the hallway to the conference room. I walked right up to JJ and Emily who were making their way through the crowd towards me. JJ was the first to speak over the low murmur of the people crowding the hallway.

“Hey, thank god you're here!” She sounded so relieved you would have thought I’d saved her life.

“Um thanks? What's going on?” After I spoke I heard a loud thud and a crash coming from inside the conference room and a few people backed up from the windows. Emily got really close to me as she spoke.

“Um, Spencer’s...throwing things” I cocked my head to the side and was about to ask what she meant when another object, a book i think, hit the window in front of me.

“Holy, shit” I said with conviction and without another word walked to the front of the crowd and opened the glass doors. 

Spencer was facing away from me, but still throwing markers, and wherever he could get his hands on, at the window. Finally as he heard me approaching he stopped throwing things and put both of his palms to his forehead. As I got closer I could hear his heavy breathing and see the damage he had done. When I finally got close enough to his back I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm gently. He flinched a little but didn't move away or try to get me off of him. I got on my tiptoes to whisper quietly into his ear.

“Spence, I love you and I'm sorry, but I need you to calm down right now because the team needs you. okay?” I kept my hands on him and heard him gulp in between his heavy breaths. After a minute his breathing started to slow a little.

“Good. I'm going to go get you a glass of water and i’ll be back in just a second” I took my hands off him and walked over to the door where JJ and Rossi were standing guard.

“JJ could you get me a glass of water?”

“Of course”

“Rossi, can you make everyone get away from the hallway and the window, there's too many people, I wont be able to get him to calm down if his senses are in a constant overdrive from the sounds” He nodded quickly as JJ came back with a glass of water in her hand. I took it from her and walked back into the room with Spencer as Rossi-with help from Hotch- started to disperse the crowd.

“Here, drink this” I guided him to a chair and he sat down to drink the glass. After a few sips I put my hand on his back and leaned forward so he could see my face fully.

“Okay, now I need you to tell me everything you know”

Spencer~ 

After a few minutes of drinking water I began to tell her about everything I knew for the location. At some point while we were talking I figured out where the unsub was and Morgan and Emily successfully got him and saved another young boy. As soon as he was processed we all decided that we wanted to leave as soon as possible, and not stay another second in that place. Even though it was the middle of the night Rossi was able to get the jet ready for us in an hour and we started the long flight home. 

I looked In front of me on the couch where Y/N was snuggled into my side and rolled onto my back so she could place her head on my chest. Her eyes were closed but her breathing told me that she was still awake and while she was I wanted to make sure she heard one last thing before this treacherous trip was over.

“I never said thank you” She turned her head on my chest so that she could look at me, but in the dark and quiet of the jet, it was clear she couldn't really see me anyways.

“For what?”

“For what you did back there, I never said thank you, so… thank you” She smiled widely at me but kept her eyes closed in the dark.

“Well, thank you. For not making me feel like I was helpless” she opened her eyes when she said it and it made me smile broadly. I kissed her head and turned back on my side so that I could pull her close to me. 

Rule #2, every little touch, every little word that she says brings me comfort whether she knows it, or not. I think that might have been the easiest rule to follow, after all, when you love someone just being around them is enough comfort.

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[shmaptainwrites]

Keeping Up With the Hotchners

[modernfamily!au]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader, Derek Morgan x Penelope Garcia, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau x Emily Prentiss

Summary: The Hotchners make for a pretty interesting family that seem to have the craziest adventures as they try to navigate their day to day life

A/N: Guys I am so excited to share this with you! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and finally got the push to do it recently so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!

Episodes will be added as they are written

Disclaimer: Some chapter plots are heavily inspired by episodes of modern family which do not belong to me. This collection will be updated sporadically (whenever I have time and/or inspiration)

— E P I S O D E D I R E C T O R Y —

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Episode 1: Pilot

Episode 2: Papa’s Night

Episode 3: The Plague of ‘09

Episode 4: Hotchner Spousal Support

Episode 5: Back In My Day

Episode 6: Buy One Get One Free

Episode 7: Ten Years Young

— C H A R A C T E R R E F E R E N C E —

Characters only reflect a certain position in the family along with certain dynamics but the personalities probably can and will differ

Aaron Hotchner - Jay Pritchett

Reader - Gloria Pritchett

Jack Hotchner - Manny Delgado

Julia Hotchner - Joe Pritchett

Penelope Garcia-Hotchner - Claire Dunphy

Derek Morgan - Phil Dunphy

Tamara Morgan - Hayley Dunphy

Peter Morgan - Alex Dunphy

Giselle Morgan - Luke Dunphy

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau-Hotchner - Mitchell Pritchett

Emily Prentiss - Cam Tucker

Noah Hotchner-Prentiss - Lily Tucker-Pritchett

Also includes: Grandpa Dave Rossi and Big brother Spencer Reid

FAQ

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Meant To Be

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: You are studying to be an FBI profiler with a little over a year left before graduation. When the BAU team shows up in your town for a case you jump at the chance to shadow them for a day. However, things quickly take a turn when you meet Aaron Hotchner, your future boss. And the most breathtaking man you’ve ever met. 

Warnings: None! A little dramatic??? This is a purely self indulgent, love at first sight kind of fic so just prepare yourselves. 

Word Count: 4,063

A/N: So I had a mild stroke trying to figure out the timeline for this series so please just don’t look too much into it lol.

MAY 2006

FORT WORTH, TX

It was just barely six in the morning when you pulled into the parking lot of the precinct. Although the sun hadn’t peaked over the horizon yet, you were surprisingly awake. In preparation for the day you had gone to bed at eight the night before which left you well-rested and alert. There was no way you were going to let yourself be off your game. Not today. Of all your classmates, you had certainly progressed the quickest. Due to your high success rate, your professor had authorized you to shadow the team of FBI profilers that were coming to your city for a case. It was an amazing opportunity for someone with a over a year left before graduation so you immediately accepted. Not allowing yourself to make even the slightest mistake, you planned everything down to the last detail in the days leading up to this. Nothing would be able to faze you. With the confidence of a woman who’d been working in this precinct all her life, you strode into the lobby. The receptionist asked for your ID which you quickly displayed. It was only temporary but even so, there was a certain amount of power you felt when she cleared you to continue into the building. After stopping briefly to ask for directions you made your way back to the Police Chief’s office. When he hears your knock, he looks up from his paperwork with a polite smile.

“Well, good morning. What can I help you with?” Clearing your throat, you prepare your most professional voice as you reply.

“My name is Y/N L/N. We met earlier this week. I’m going to be shadowing the team of profilers who are flying in today.” Recognition crosses his features as he makes his way over to shake your hand.

“Of course. I remember. It’s nice to see you again. You’re very punctual. That’s a good skill to hang on to.” You smile in gratitude. “Well, the profilers aren’t here just yet. If you’d like you can wait in here or we can find an empty desk for you.” 

“Actually, I was hoping I could look over the case files. I’d like to be as up-to-date as possible before they arrive.” As he nods, the two of you make your way into the hallway. Towards the back corner of the common workspace is an empty desk that he allows you to sit at. While you put your things down and take a seat he disappears long enough to retrieve a file folder and set it on the desk in front of you. 

“This should be enough information for you to be able to help out. If you’ve got any questions in the meantime, you know where I’m at.” With another polite smile, he leaves you to continue his paperwork. It doesn’t take long for you to read the case file. There had been a conspicuous string of murders in the area, which began about two weeks ago. Four couples were murdered in their homes, all wealthy without children. A list of witnesses and family members had been compiled to make the interview process a little easier. You predicted you’d most likely be helping one of the profilers in questioning the people on this list so you tried your best to memorize the names. 

It seemed like hardly any time had passed when you heard the main doors of the precinct opening to reveal a group of five people walking up to the receptionist’s desk. The sight of them immediately perked you up. It was difficult to make out any individual faces at first but you knew these must be the profilers. As they each scanned their IDs and made their way into the main workspace you quickly gathered your things so that you would be ready to move the moment they were. It didn’t take long for the Chief of Police to reappear, welcoming the profilers and showing them where they could set up their equipment. Every member of the team had a distinctly different look and behavior but they all seemed to work in unison. Even though they’d only been there for five minutes they exuded professionalism and efficiency. As you watched them you had to remind yourself to breathe. You had as much right to be there as them. Admittedly they did have a lot more experience than you but that didn’t change the fact that you’re all on the same team now. 

Waiting patiently, you finish putting the case file back together and fold your hands to rest them on the edge of the desk. When the Chief of Police calls you over you gather up your things and make your way around the various desks to stand next to him. 

“This here is Miss L/N. She’s a student at our local university. She’s gonna be tagging along with you guys today for a little real-world practice.” As he introduces you, you take the opportunity to study the faces of the people in front of you. There is only one you recognize for certain. They all have their attention set on you as well which makes you suddenly very aware of yourself. “Anyway, I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.” With a nod, he turns to speak to you. “If you don’t mind stopping by my office at the end of the day, I’ll get you all checked out alright? In the meantime, have fun I guess.” He adds with a laugh before finally leaving you alone with the others. 

The first one to extend his hand to you is the one person you are familiar with. More than familiar, seeing as he is kind of your hero. You had been the one to initiate the arrangement, having sent him an email a few weeks ago. He had seemed more than willing to let you work with them for the day and he was nothing but helpful, just like you knew he would be. Seeing him now was nearly surreal.

“Y/N, I remember.” He begins, shaking your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jason Gideon, as you know. Glad to have you on board.” 

“It’s absolutely an honor to meet you, sir. I’ve been a follower of your work since I knew what profiling was. I am so grateful for this opportunity. I am more than ready to help in any way I can.” As you speak, a warm smile lights his face. One of friendliness and hope.

“Of course. I think I speak for my team when I say we’re grateful as well. Not many people in our field get a chance to guide the next generation to a life of helping others. Anything we can do to support you as a future member of our team, we’re happy to do.” This response is entirely heartfelt and shocking to you. Of all the ways you’d imagined this interaction starting, this wasn’t what you had in mind and yet it was exactly what you needed. 

“Thank you, sir.” Was all you could manage as you work to maintain your fading air of professionalism. 

“Well, with that I’ll let everyone do their own introductions.” Almost immediately another man stepped out of line and reached for your hand. He was very conventionally handsome and the way he carried himself told you he knew that he was good-looking. The smile he flashed you was contagious as you shook hands with him.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Agent Derek Morgan and I am very excited to get to know you.” The woman next to him has to pull him away, shooting him a look. She seems very severe and yet when she turns to look at you there is a distinct kindness in her eyes.

“Knock it off Morgan. You’re gonna scare her off before she even gets a chance to meet anyone else.” She says over her shoulder, taking your hand. “I’m Elle. If he keeps bugging you, I’ll be more than happy to rough him up for you.” Morgan holds his hands up defensively when he catches Elle’s eye again before giving you a small wink. 

“Nice to meet you both.” It’s hard to contain your laughter but you manage, giving a small smile instead. Another woman is standing beside Gideon who shakes your hand. She is very beautiful and seems to exude confidence and grace. 

“I’m JJ. I’m the Communications Liaison for the BAU. We spoke briefly last week.” You nod in recognition. She had helped you coordinate the time and place to meet up for the day.  

“Of course. Very nice to meet you in person.” 

“Likewise. We’re excited to be working with you.” She gives you a warm smile which you gladly return before looking to the last person in the small group. He looks to be about your age, very sensibly dressed with a nice posture. There is a slight awkwardness in the way that he shakes your hand but he gives you a quick smile and you can see that he has a hidden friendliness in his demeanor. 

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He says shortly to which you politely nod. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” With that, you turn back to Gideon to ask about your assignment for the day. However, you can’t help but feel like something is missing. “I read through the case file this morning so I can be of use wherever I’m needed. Did you have an assignment in mind or will I be moving around throughout the day?” 

“I think it would be beneficial for you to work with SSA Hotchner. He should be here any minute.” That’s what was missing. Hotchner. You had heard his name before but you didn’t know much about him. As you waited for him to arrive, Gideon began delegating tasks to each of the other members. Despite not being given a task yet you listened intently until the front doors of the precinct opened. 

However you had pictured Hotchner, the man that walked through that door was the furthest thing from what you expected. The sight of him striding in from the lobby made your breath catch in your throat. There was an innate power in the way that he moved. So much purpose and intensity. His eyes were dark and they found your face almost immediately. It was enough to make you squirm but you maintained your composure. Gideon turned to greet him before gesturing back towards you. “This is Y/N L/N. She’s a student who is here to shadow the team for the day.” 

With the slightest hesitation, you extended your hand toward him. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment as he shook your hand. 

“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. It’s very nice to meet you.” He spoke with a clear sense of professionalism. 

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m looking forward to working with you. I have a feeling I’m going to learn a lot from this experience.” 

“I hope so. It was very smart of you to seize this opportunity. It does not come around often. Soak up everything you can today and I’m sure it will bring you a lot of success in the future.” You listen to him intently, nodding with a small smile. 

“Hotch, would you mind if she rides along with you today? We’ve got a list of witnesses we need to speak to and I think it would be good for her to get out in the field rather than being stuck here doing paperwork.” Gideon interjects, looking to both of you as he proposes the idea. Hotchner looks around the precinct briefly for the other team members before giving Gideon his attention again.

“Of course. Do I need to brief her on the case?” 

“Actually, I already familiarized myself with the case file before you all got here this morning.” You interrupt before Gideon can respond, causing both the men to look at you. “Sir.” You add, clearing your throat. They both share a knowing look. 

“Perfect,” Hotchner replied, with a respectful nod. Satisfied with the interaction, Gideon dismissed himself to begin his work leaving the two of you alone. “Give me a few minutes to speak with the Chief of Police and then we can get started. Would you mind waiting out front for me?” You nod eagerly which prompts him to walk back toward the Chief’s office. Once he has disappeared around the corner you make your way to the front of the building, stepping through the main doors. The cool morning air brings with it a sweet wave of relief. You hadn’t realized how hot you were until you had stepped outside. Nerves were already building up in your system when you were being introduced to the rest of the team but meeting Hotchner had tipped you over the edge. There was no denying that he was a very handsome man. The evidence was in the blush that was surely covering your face. Mentally scolding yourself you take a deep breath. You were a professional and you would act as such. No matter how deeply moved you felt when he looked into your eyes like that. 

A few minutes later Hotchner made his way through the front doors causing you to stand at attention. Moving briskly, you followed him into the parking lot and pulled yourself into the passenger seat of the dark SUV he had just unlocked. He remained silent as he began typing an address into the GPS before pulling out of the parking lot. Once you were on the road he looked over at you briefly.

“How much do you know about questioning witnesses?” He began.

“Quite a bit. I’m only about a year away from graduation so I have a fairly advanced understanding of a wide variety of concepts that pertain to profiling.” Watching the GPS, he nods. Feeling a tinge of awkwardness, you allow your eyes to stay focused on your lap.

“Good. Any real-world experience?” 

“Unfortunately no. In my courses, we do simulate certain scenarios fairly often but there isn’t much opportunity for real application.” 

“Well the best advice I can give for today is to stay quiet and watch me. If I need you to speak up, I will tell you as much. Otherwise, don’t say anything. It isn’t that I distrust you. It would just be irresponsible of me to allow someone with zero field experience to question the victim’s friends and family during some of the most difficult times of their lives. Especially without having seen what they’re capable of beforehand. I’m sure you understand.” 

“Oh absolutely. I completely understand. I know that I’m here in more of an observational capacity today. And even if I wasn’t, you’re the boss. No explanation necessary.” Hotchner is quiet for a moment. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied with avoiding eye contact, you would have seen the remnants of a smile on his face.

“I should have you talk to the rest of the team. They could learn a thing or two from you.” This causes you to laugh lightly. 

When you finally do decide to look at him the sight steals your breath yet again. He is bathed in the golden light of the rising sun and he seems almost ethereal. You can see a flash of his deep brown eyes which seemed very soft now in the glow of the sun. As though he could feel you looking at him he turns to meet your eyes although this time you don’t look away. The two of you sit there in what seems like the most eternal moment, dancing in and out of each other before he breaks away to look back at the road. For a moment you could almost swear you saw something there in his eyes, something almost like longing. It must have just been a trick of the light. 

“So, what made you decide to be a profiler?” The moment is over as quickly as it began as he speaks up. 

“Well, I’ve always had a deep fascination with the human psyche. Finding out what makes people tick. Picking apart their personalities, their behaviors. Growing up that almost felt like the only way to understand the kids around me. By studying them. Every friendship I had felt like a science project. When I found out that I could use that ability to be part of something bigger than myself, to make the world just a little brighter ... well, it was really a no-brainer.” 

“That’s very ... noble and, honestly, very uplifting to hear. With this job, you experience a lot more bad days than you do good. Sometimes it is hard to remember why we started doing this in the first place. It’s people like you that remind me this job is worth it. Hang on to those beliefs. They’ll help keep you sane, I can promise you that.” With a nod, you give him a kind smile.

“I will. I promise.” It isn’t much longer before you arrive at the first house. The interview is fairly straightforward. You stay close by Hotchner’s side as he introduces the both of you. Once you’re inside you sit quietly as he begins asking questions, merely listening and taking mental notes of the way he conducts himself. It is over fairly quickly and then you’re both back in the SUV and off to your next destination. The next two interviews are the same. On the third, he lets you ask a few routine questions. It is a simple gesture but you are very grateful for the experience and you handle yourself very well. 

Your final interview is with the parents of the latest male victim. When Hotchner knocks on the door, it takes a minute for it to open. Standing on the other side is an older man with a tired expression. 

“Yes? What is it?” The man says briskly. Hotchner pulls out his badge.

“I am SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. This is Miss Y/N L/N. May we come in?” Hearing the term FBI causes the man’s expression to darken rather quickly as he looks between the two of you.

“Where’s your badge?” He questions, nodding in your direction. Remaining silent, you share a look with Hotchner. After a second of thought he gives you a small nod of approval.

“I’m not actually an FBI agent yet, sir. I’m a criminology student at the local university. I’m shadowing Agent Hotchner today as a learning opportunity before getting out in the field myself.” 

“A learning opportunity?” It takes the man almost no time to answer and you can hear a significant shift in his voice. “You’re using my son’s death as a learning opportunity?” 

“You misunderstand--” Hotchner begins in your defense before you quickly cut him off with your own response.

“Sir, I can’t begin to fathom what you’re going through. But I can promise you that my lack of experience is entirely made up for by my desire to see the person who did this to your son pay for it. It doesn’t take training to see that your son deserves justice for his death.” The man is silent but keeps his eyes locked on yours. 

“My wife and I have already told the police everything we know.” 

“We know, sir. It will only take a few moments of your time and anything you can tell us might be crucial in finding your son’s killer.” 

“No. No, we’ve already talked about this more than any parent should ever have to. If it’s that important go ask the police what we said.”

“Please, sir--” Before he can finish, the man smacks the door frame.

“It took the deaths of eight innocent people for you to swoop in and save the day. You really think I want to waste a second of my time speaking with you? I have nothing more to say. Now get out of here.” With that, Hotchner nods before turning to leave which prompts you to quickly follow. As you get near the SUV you are startled by the sound of the man’s door being slammed shut. Once inside you release the breath that had been caught in your chest. When you look over at Hotchner his expression shows a deadly calmness and you are suddenly struck by the idea that he must be pissed at you.

“I’m so sorry. That was all my fault. I upset him. I shouldn’t have said anything to him. I should have just kept my mouth shut like you told me to. I had no right to do that. I’m sorry.” The crushing weight of embarrassment and guilt settled over you. This morning you had felt more than ready but now it seemed like the day had been filled with challenges you couldn’t possibly have prepared for. In only a few hours you had managed to show your boss that you are completely incompetent. You ready yourself for what must surely be his wrath however when he turns towards you his expression shifts from one of unwavering calm to gentle kindness.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry with you. What you said was perfect, it’s exactly what I would have said. You were establishing a rapport with him to gain his trust. You did the right thing. Believe me, it wasn’t you. There is nothing either of us could have said that would have gotten a different result.” When he sees that you are still wary he shifts in his seat to face you more directly. “As a future member of my team, you have my trust. You handled yourself very impressively today. You’re going to make a very fine addition to the BAU.” 

His words ease your anxious mind as you nod quietly. Soon after Hotchner is pulling back out onto the street to take you both back to the police precinct. After a minute of silence he glances over at you.

“So ... are you still sure you want to do this?” The question catches you off-guard but it takes you no time at all to answer.

“More than anything.” This time you do catch the faint smile that crosses his lips which causes you to give a small smile in return.

“Good.” Is all he says for the rest of the ride back to the precinct.

The day is over much more quickly than you had hoped for. When you step back into the police building you make a beeline for the chief’s office, remembering his request that you find him again at the end of the day. You return your temporary ID and he fills out a form for your professor to verify your activity for the day. Once the formalities are over he bids you a good evening and shows you back out to the main workspace. The team all gather briefly to say their goodbyes as well. You thank Gideon profusely for allowing you to join them before shaking hands with the rest of the team members. As you make your way to the exit you see Hotchner standing near the main doors. 

“Thank you so much for letting me tag along today. I really learned a lot.” As you say this you extend your hand which he quickly takes. 

“Absolutely. It was a pleasure working with you and I look forward to seeing you again in a few years. In the meantime, here’s my card.” He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out his business card which he hands to you. “If you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call.” Tucking the card safely into your pocket you thank him with a smile before heading out the main doors to your car. 

Once inside you pull the card out of your pocket and sit for a minute, staring at it. Unable to control yourself you let a giddy smile paint your face. After the day you had, a year has never seemed longer. The anticipation of your future at the BAU looms over you but rather than filling you with nerves it brings you hope and excitement for the things to come. Opening a small compartment on your dash, you tuck the business card away before heading home to get a good night’s sleep filled with wonderful dreams.

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[chvoswxtch]

slumber party

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader x derek morgan x spencer reid

summary: while en route to a case, the four of you let off a little steam.

warnings: all of them. every single one of them. swearing, a lil angst, derek morgan's smile, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: let's be real. you didn't come here for a plot, and I didn't write one. enjoy this slutty vision I had in the shower. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

The jet was quiet apart from the sporadic sound of pages being flipped and Spencer’s occasional soft noises of either being intrigued or perplexed regarding details of the case, deciphered only by their volume and pitch. Hotch had read the same paragraph on the report at least seven times, and there seemed to be some kind of disconnect between his tired eyes and unresponsive brain. Letting out a quiet irritated exhale and diverting his attention to the top of the paragraph yet again, a soft noise caused his ears to perk up.

Finally looking up from the report for the first time in half an hour since he originally sat down, creases furrowed in the midst of his forehead when he glanced towards the other end of the jet and caught sight of you. From where he sat, all he could see was the back of your head since you seemed to be facing the back of the seat you were in, which he found extremely odd. But as he craned his neck, he noticed a familiar pair of hands on your hips and instantly clenched his jaw.

“Son of a bitch.”

The second Hotch shot up out of his chair, Spencer finally tore his own eyes away from the report and turned his head to follow Hotch’s angry march down the aisle of the jet with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Now that there were no obstructions in his line of sight, Hotch had the full view of you sitting topless on Derek’s lap with your skirt bunched up around your waist, grinding your hips down in a slow but sensual rhythm. Derek’s hands were firmly grasped on your hips to help guide your movements, and his face was buried into your exposed chest.

“Morgan you greedy fucker.”

The sound of Hotch’s angry voice booming in the comfortable silence caused you to immediately tense up and stop moving, but Derek wasn’t having any of that. He gripped a little tighter onto your hip and gave your ass a light smack, pulling his head back to look at you with that dazzling smile of his that could make anyone weak in the knees.

“No no no no, keep goin’ baby girl. Don’t worry about him. You just keep doing what you’re doing…that’s it.”

Derek leaned his head back against the seat, looking over at Hotch with that same charming grin on his face. His warm chocolate brown eyes were glazed over with lust and had been eclipsed into half moons of pleasure. 

“Sorry Hotch, she just looked too goddamn good.”

“What’s going on back-oh.”

As Spencer took his place beside Hotch, his eyes immediately went wide at the sight he was met with. He seemed to be completely mesmerized by the erotic flow of your hips while you languidly rode Derek’s cock as you sat topless on his lap. While Spencer was bewitched by the spell of your hips, Hotch was furious. The stern look that seemed to be his default expression was unaffected by the show taking place before him.

“Morgan, you know the rules-”

“Come on, Hotch. We still got another hour before we land. Lighten up a little. You know, some stress relief would do you a whole lotta good.”

Before Hotch had a chance to respond, Spencer was already stepping forward and unbuttoning his cardigan.

“You could’ve at least asked us to join.”

Derek let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands up and down your smooth thighs as he flexed his hips upwards to match your pacing.

“Hey, you were the one more invested in exactly how many trees there are in the Acadia National Park than you were in the beautiful woman on the plane, pretty boy.”

“Well if I had known-”

Letting out a frustrated huff, you stopped moving and placed your hand over Derek’s mouth before turning to look at Spencer and Hotch over your shoulder.

“Boys, you know I hate it when you argue. It makes me dry up.”

Spencer dropped his forgotten cardigan on the chair behind himself, his attention solely fixed on you again. In the dim lighting of the plane, you could just barely see that the green flecks in his honey eyes had deepened into a wicked hue. He ran his fingers gently through your hair before cradling your face in one hand and starting to unbuckle his belt with the other, all while looking at you and dragging his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, we can get you wet again.”

“Not if you’re all standing around bickering instead of fucking me.”

Hotch wasn’t giving in, no matter how badly he wanted to. It was late, he was exhausted, he was beyond sexually frustrated, but above all he was fucking stubborn.

“There is one rule on this fucking plane. When we are en route to a case, we are focused on the case. Playtime is for after.”

Brushing Spencer’s hand away from his belt, a smirk tugged across your lips as you looked up at him and began to unbuckle it yourself, which only caused him to bite down on his bottom lip seductively. Throwing a glance over your shoulder at Hotch, you could visibly see just how pissed off he was, but as your gaze wandered down south, you could also see the outline of his impressive cock starting to strain against his pants. Sinking your teeth into your own bottom lip, you looked up at Hotch through your, flashing him a sultry smile while you teasingly unzipped Spencer’s pants slowly.

“Aw, come on, Aaron. If anyone needs some relief, it’s you. Just come have a little fun with us.”

The hardness in Hotch’s glare wavered only slightly at the provocative sound of your voice. It was an unrelenting struggle to keep his eyes focused directly on yours and to not let them roam over your body. If he let his gaze wander for even a split second to see the way your nipples were peaked from the cool air in the cabin, the way your soft hand was caressing Spencer’s cock through his pants, or the way your ass moved against Derek’s lap while you fucked him, he would break. While Derek began to flex his hips upwards a little harder to fuck up into you now that there was no longer a reason to stay quiet, you were pulling Spencer’s cock out of his briefs and leaning over to take him into your mouth.

Before he could watch you wrap your lips around Spencer’s tip, Hotch quickly looked away and stormed off towards the other end of the jet, dropping into his chair and loosening his tie with a hardened scowl on his face.

“You’re all getting written up.”

“For what?”

Derek's protest was only faintly heard since Hotch’s blood was now pounding in his ears like a high school marching band, and throbbing in other places. 

“Insubordination.”

There was a slight growl to his voice as he barked back at Derek, not even bothering to look up as he angrily began to look through the case file again, but he couldn't focus. No matter how hard he tried, all he could hear was Derek and Spencer praising you in tandem as they each took an offering from your body, and the soft noises of gratitude that flowed from your lips. It was absolute fucking torture. He thought about palming himself through his pants, just to get a little reprieve without alerting any of you to his moment of weakness. But he was so fucking angry with all of you, he didn’t even want to give in.

His mind was a jumbled concoction of juxtaposed thoughts, none of which had anything to do with the case in front of him. Hotch wasn’t sure why he was so pissed off right now. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had joined in, it wasn’t like the four of you hadn’t done it before. It certainly would’ve put him in a better mood. But this was a big case, and Strauss had been on his ass more than usual lately, and things at the BAU had been so chaotic that the team was getting split up just to keep up with the influx of cases coming across JJ’s desk.

Maybe it was a mistake not to send you with Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss. The air always shifted when you were alone with him, Reid, and Morgan. It was inevitable. Maybe that’s why he ordered you to come with him, because even if he didn’t want to consciously admit it, subconsciously he knew that this was exactly what he needed. He needed you, and the peace that you brought him.

The sharp sound of a smack landing on flesh caught his attention, and Hotch looked up to see that the three of you had moved to the bench directly in his line of sight. Derek had his head thrown back as pounded into you from behind, occasionally smacking his hand against your ass while he grunted about how tight and wet you always were. Spencer held your hair back while he fucked your mouth, watching you as he moaned praises of what a good girl you were. Your face was obstructed by Spencer’s back, but Hotch could hear how much you were enjoying yourself, and he couldn’t look away.

As Derek and Spencer came in unison, Hotch gripped onto the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned stark white, and he inhaled a sharp breath that he let out slowly through his nose. Gritting his teeth, he glared down at the blur of black ink on the pages, listening to the sound of your angelic laughter and kisses being exchanged between the three of you. Why was he doing this to himself? Why hadn’t he just fucking given in and joined?

While Spencer was sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles, head back against the window with a blissed out look on his face, Derek snaked his arm around your waist and pressed a soft kiss to your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Do me a favor, baby girl. Go take care of grumpy over there.”

Letting out a quiet giggle, you turned and brushed your nose against Derek’s before kissing him softly.

“Already ahead of you, D.”

Discarding your skirt completely, you dropped it in Spencer’s laugh and planted a quick kiss to his lips before sauntering down the aisle of the plane, completely naked. Hotch glanced up when he caught the smell of your familiar perfume and looked at you with a halfhearted glare. All you could do was smile at the sight of his thick brows furrowed and the permanent scowl that he always seemed to wear. You both knew he couldn’t stay mad at you, and he didn’t even put up a fight when you made him lean back against his seat so you could sit on his lap. 

“Why are you so mad baby, hm?”

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you ran one of your hands through his dark brown hair, giving a gentle tug at the root which earned a quiet grunt from him. As you leaned in to place featherlight kisses along his jaw, you could feel his body physically relax, as well as how much his hardened cock was straining against his pants. But despite the giveaways from his body, Hotch wouldn’t budge. He didn’t make a move to touch you, and he didn’t speak. He was always the hardest of the three to break, but you knew exactly where his weak points were.

“Oh, you don’t wanna talk, huh? That’s okay. I’d prefer to do something else with my mouth right now anyway.”

Gently biting down on his earlobe, you felt his thighs tense up beneath you and a quiet grunt sound from his chest, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. As you got off his lap, you slowly got down onto your knees in front of Hotch and unbuckled his belt. Since he was already in a sour mood, you decided to skip the teasing, and honestly you were so turned on yourself that you didn’t have the patience for it.

He was trying so hard not to give in while you were pulling the leather of his belt out of the buckle, and even as you were unbuttoning his pants and tugging down the zipper, he was trying to appear completely unbothered while looking at the case files. But the second he felt your luscious lips wrap around the throbbing head of his cock that was slick with pre-cum, he completely lost it. 

Letting his head fall back against the seat, he closed his eyes and his lips parted as he focused solely on the warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue sliding against the underside of his sensitive tip. In that moment he completely forgot whatever he was mad about. Every single coherent thought in his head vanished, and all that was  left was you.

You don’t mind when he slips his hand into your hair and grips at it roughly, or when he starts to push his hips upwards to seek out more. It was rare that Hotch ever gave in to his selfish desires, and you were all too eager to let him. The sight above you was one you wished you could frame. His dark brown hair was messy from you running your fingers through it and his eyes were peacefully screwed  shut. There was a twinge of heat covering his cheeks, and his lips were parted further as heavy pants and soft whimpers escaped. Those little noises only make you want to steal more of them from the man that was normally so stoic and closed off. 

All of a sudden, Hotch roughly pulled at your hair causing you to moan around him. He grunted while leaning down to slip his hands under your arms, pulling you up from your knees and shoving all the reports off the table in front of him carelessly onto the floor. He grabbed you by your hips and lifted you up onto the table, and you immediately spread your legs wide for him to slot through. Without wasting another second, Hotch pulled you towards the edge of the table and easily slipped his thick cock inside your drenched pussy. Both of you moaned simultaneously at the contact, and he only faltered for a second before he started to aggressively snap his hips against yours.

Faintly, you can hear Derek whistling from the other side of the plane and the sound of him clapping as he calls out to Hotch.

“There he is. Come on, Hotch. Give us a show.”

When you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, Hotch wrapped one of his large hands around your throat and lightly squeezed. You can tell he’s still frustrated by the feral way he’s fucking you against the table, but you can feel just how badly he needs this release. Sneaking one of your hands down to play with your clit, you only get away with it for a few seconds before Hotch roughly smacks your hand away and tightens his grip on your throat. He replaces your hand with his own and starts to furiously rub quick circles over your sensitive clit, tearing a sharp moan from your chest. You can feel how close he is already by the way his rhythm starts to falter. When he speaks, his voice is so low and husky that it almost sounds like a growl.

“You insatiable little slut. You haven’t come enough already? You think you deserve to come again after the way you’ve been acting?”

“Aaron-”

“Shut up.”

The only thing you can hear over the obscene sound of Hotch’s thighs smacking against your ass with every powerful thrust and the lewd squelching of his cock disappearing over and over inside your tight cunt is the dark chuckle that sounded from Spencer before he spoke.

“Uh oh, someone pissed off Daddy.”

The way you moan Hotch’s name nearly has him combusting right there. When he starts to rub your clit harder, your jaw becomes unhinged and hangs open, but nothing comes out. You can’t speak, you can’t even make a sound. Hotch grunts as his pace becomes even more fervent and brutal. He was fucking you with everything he had, using your body to expel every ounce of pent up frustration, and you were already ascending into the clouds.

“You wanna come so fucking badly? Then do it.”

The tightening of your cunt around his cock sends both of you over the edge, and both of your moans seem to echo in the small space of the cabin. Hotch continues to fuck you wildly through his orgasm, gripping onto the edge of the table to steady himself. Once he starts to slow down after emptying himself inside of you completely, the blissed out smile that replaces the frown on his mouth makes you giggle, and it causes him to finally open his eyes and look down at you with an arch of his brow.

“What?”

“Better?”

Hotch just stares down at you for a moment with slightly narrowed eyes before he finally gives in, his lips parting into that wide grin that you love so much but rarely get to see. Taking a moment to catch his breath, a light chuckle leaves him as he gazes down at you with softer eyes this time and brushes your hair away from your face gently.

“You know, the whole point of me being your boss is you’re supposed to actually listen to me.”

“You of all people know I listen very well.”

The sultry tone of your voice and the implications behind it caused Hotch to smirk, and you can feel the effect it has when you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against your own and gave your ass a light smack.

“When you’re being a good girl and not such a brat.”

A soft noise of surprise left your lips when he smacked your ass, and you giggled while grabbing his face in your hands to pull him in for a soft and slow kiss.

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

Rolling his eyes, Hotch reluctantly pulled out of you with a soft hiss and helped you down from the table. He ran one of his hands through his hair and took another deep breath before tucking his softened cock back into his pants.

“Alright, everyone back to work.”

“Wait, everyone got to fuck her but me, that’s not fair.” 

Hotch glanced down at his watch on his wrist before looking over at Spencer, shooting him a pointed look when he caught the slight pout on Spencer’s lips.

“We’re landing in twenty minutes and we still need to prep.”

As Spencer began to protest, you walked over towards him and placed your hand on his chest, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek with a mischievous grin.

“Don’t worry, Spence. I’ll share a room with you tonight, and you can fuck me all you want.”

Spencer’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas, but Derek and Hotch immediately began to protest as they shared a look before staring at the two of you with looks of frustration.

“Whoa whoa whoa-“

“That’s not-“

Spencer wrapped his arms around you to pull you in, bending down to kiss you deeply while grabbing a handful of your ass to squeeze tightly causing you to giggle. He nipped at your bottom lip before turning to look at Hotch and Derek with a smug smirk.

“Don’t worry. Unlike you two, I know how to share. Maybe we can all have a slumber party.”

tags: @mars-rants-a-lot @ninejlovebot @oscarisaacsleftknee @ameliaswife @vane28282 @kmc1989 @avencol

[anothermansjeans]

Feels So Good

pairing: spencer x f!reader

summary: when a case in North Carolina comes up, the team meets detective y/n y/l/n. not only is she good at her job, but she gets under spencer’s skin

warnings: normal cm stuff

word count: 5.7k

inspiration: Carolina by Harry Styles

a/n: hi! this was a request from @openheart12 to do #11 “she’s got a family in carolina” from my Harry Styles prompt list. this is by far my longest cm fic and idk why i’m super nervous about it? it’s an enemies to lovers type fic, but very light because i suck at writing tension, but i hope you enjoy!

- also thank you krista for pre-reading your own request dnfndm

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“Okay, my fine furry friends, we got a case in Greensboro, North Carolina!” Garcia enters the round table where each member of the team was seated, looking over the files that had been placed at each seat.

“Greensboro,” JJ questioned, “I didn’t see any case files pertaining to them.”

Penelope gave an apologetic smile as she turned on the television that showed crime scene photos. “Yeah, about that … there were already two dead bodies found, Missy Hanover and Alice Trace, and a friend of mine actually has a sister, Stacy Martin, who was found behind a shopping center and stabbed up to twenty times— which is consistent with the other two bodies that were found — and asked me to look into it because she knows they’re related.”

Spencer continues to look at the file, seeing the victim’s autopsy photos as well. “It seems that the victimology is consistent when it comes to physical aspects.”

Hotch quickly cuts in, head snapping to Penelope, “that’s great and all, but we need to be invited by the locals, you know that, Garcia.”

“I know, sir, and after talking to Chief Dolly— who is the head of the Greensboro PD, I might add — he said he would be delighted to have our help.”

“And there are already three victims,” Morgan asked, flipping through the file.

“Yes, all of which you would classify as low risk.”

Hotch took a moment to think about it before closing the file and standing up. “Okay, get your go-bags ready. Wheels up in thirty.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Spencer saw Penelope relax as she turned off the screen. He quickly skimmed over the file one more time, and not wanting to be late to the tarmac, he scurried out of the room, getting ready for the trip to North Carolina.

———

Walking into a small busy police station wasn’t uncommon for Spencer, far from it actually. What was uncommon though, was getting weird looks from a woman across the room.

He noticed her as soon as they walked in. She wasn’t in a uniform, so most likely a detective, and Spencer honestly found her gorgeous.

But, all good things must come to an end, because once she walked over to them, she had a mean but curious gleam in her eye, and the small fondness Spencer had for her evaporated.

“Can I help you?”

Spencer quickly realized the look in her eye wasn’t the only mean part about her. The tone in which she asked her question was rather sharp, but he could see recognition strike in her eyes, mostly putting the pieces together and figuring out they were the FBI.

“Yes, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he stepped forward and shook her hand before gesturing to everyone else, “and this is Agents Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, and Dr. Reid.”

Everyone shook her hand, except for Reid. He wanted to give his classic “it’s safer to kiss” line, but even he knew that she was probably the last person who wanted to hear about it.

“Well that’s nice, but why are you here?”

Hotch cleared his throat and looked over towards the chief’s office. “We were invited by Chief Richard Dolly to help assist in the recent homicides.”

She took a sharp breath in before plastering on an obviously fake smile, “Of course. Right this way.”

“Actually,” Hotch stopped for a second, turning to everyone on his team. “Morgan, I want you and Prentiss going to the latest crime scene. JJ and Rossi, could you interview the families and try to get victimology down? Reid, you’re with me.”

Everyone nodded and dispersed, leaving Hotch and Spencer following the very annoyed detective over to the chief’s office.

Making their way to the door, she knocked before entering, “You called the FBI?”

The older man looked with a small smile, standing up to shake their hands. “Agent Hotchner, it’s a pleasure. I’m happy you’re here to help with the serial killings.”

“Thank you for allowing our help. I know you hadn’t originally called us.”

“Excuse me?” The look in the woman’s eye was almost deadly.

The older officer sighed and gave an apologetic look. “Agent Hotchner, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the lead detective on the case.”

“Uh, yeah. Lead detective. Lead as in ‘leader’ as in ‘in control’.” Y/N was clearly upset with them being there, and it was obvious that she was blindsided.

“Yes, but we weren’t getting anywhere on our own.”

“Richard, really?”

“I’m sorry Y/L/N, but we need help on this case and you know it.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, clearly not pleased. “I already had a preliminary profile going.”

That made Spencer perk up. Yeah, her attitude since they’ve been there hadn’t been the best, but the fact that she was able to put together a profile intrigued him.

“Well now you have the BAU here to help deepen that profile,” Chief Dolly said, cutting Spencer’s thoughts short.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked out of his office, heading to her desk. Spencer’s eyes followed her, but snapped over when Hotch got his attention.

“Reid, go over Detective Y/L/N’s profile and see what she has so far. I’m going to go over logistics with Dolly.”

He gave Hotch a quick nod before making his way over to her desk. She had her leg crossed over the other, reading what seemed to be the profile she concocted.

“Can I help you,” she asked, not looking up from what she was reading.

“Uh, yeah. Do you mind if I take a look at your preliminary profile?”

He watched her roll her eyes for what seemed the tenth time in the short span he’s been in the small precinct. “Why, so you can tell me how wrong it is and how stupid I was for not calling you sooner?”

“I’m just here to do my job.”

That was his first snippy response. He didn’t necessarily mean for it to come out that way, but her constant dismissal thus far was making it harder for him to comply.

Y/N huffed in response, tossing the file on her desk, closer to Reid. He picked it up without looking at her, skimming through what she had down.

White male in his 20s - 30s. Most likely a local, and has a narcissistic attitude. Has a flexible job.

He was actually quite impressed by the fact she was able to get that much without outside help to begin with. Most detectives or officers wouldn’t be able to narrow the race or age, let alone traits like being a local or having narcissism.

He cleared his throat, putting the papers back on her desk and looking up. “It’s actually a good preliminary profile for no help.”

“Actually? What, a pretty face like me shouldn’t be able to get profiles right on her first time or something?”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he immediately started to backtrack, “No! It’s just, a lot of people we help don’t really understand how to start a profile.” He looked down for a second and mumbled again, “and a ‘pretty face’ like yours can definitely make profiles.”

Did he say that? Did he really just say that?

“Oh, I’m sorry, Doctor, but could you actually repeat that last statement? You just seem to mumble when you’re a bit flustered.”

Not only were his cheeks a dark shade of pink, but now his neck and ears wore the same color. “Wha- I- You-”. He tried to form any coherent sentence, but words had literally evaporated from his mind.

“You know, just because the preliminary profile I made was a little bland doesn’t mean I don’t have decent profiling skills in the flesh.” She got up and began to walk away from her desk with a smirk playing on her lips, but abruptly turned around a patted Spencer on the cheek, “oh, and pink really is a good color on you … brings out your eyes.”

He stood there, gaping like a fish at the interaction they just shared. He’s never had a conversation like that. Ever.

Less than five seconds later he realized he looked stupid standing there, staring at where Y/N had once been, and he briskly walked over to the conference room.

He noticed it had been set up for them and went over to the map, starting the geographical profile so that he could try to get some work done.

———

A couple hours had passed and Spencer sat there, in the small conference room looking over the dumping sites. Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi were now at the first dump sites while JJ had been talking to one of the victim's mothers. He wished he got sent out into the field instead. Being stuck here, in this tiny Greensboro precinct quickly became his own personal hell.

The tick tock sound of the clock was excruciating as he sat in silence.

Spencer really wanted this case to be over. He wanted to be home, just with his team, people he actually liked. He loved his job, he really did. And despite being the awkward introvert with germaphobia, he actually enjoyed meeting new people.

But Y/N. Oh, Y/N was different.

She not only dismissed them when they first got there, but there was something else about her that just got under his skin. Was it the aura of arrogance that seemed to follow everywhere she went? Or was it the way she would tell him that he’s only there to bring her down? Or maybe it was the snarky attitude and comments directed towards him and him only?

To be honest, he thought it was a mix of all three.

Not only were the remarks from earlier finally getting to the point where it pissed him off, but every now and then he’d see her look towards him, sending him weird looks. He wanted to say she was glaring at him, or giving him dirty looks, but that wasn’t the case. It was more of a look at screamed “this is unbelievable” or “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

He didn’t even realize he was staring at her until he saw Hotch tap on her shoulder and beckoned for her to follow him, and when she did, they both made their way over to where he was sitting in the conference room.

“There was another found at ‘Wet N Wild’ water park”, Hotch started, setting down a new file onto the table. “Garcia should have a positive I.D in a couple of minutes.”

“He’s getting bolder with the dump sites”, Y/N said, pressing her fingers to her temples.

“Well it wouldn’t have gotten so bad if someone’s ego wasn’t inflated.” Spencer thought he mumbled low enough so that she couldn’t hear, but her head snapped up as soon as he finished his sentence.

“Excuse me,” she seethed, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Logically, if our resources were here earlier then we’d most likely already have the unsub.”

“Okay, Dr. Reid,” she crossed her arms and took a step forward, “this is my jurisdiction and I make the call whether or not your ‘resources’ are needed.”

“In all honesty, you weren’t exactly going anywhere with the case. It’s good that Chief Dolly used his authority to allow us to help.”

“Reid”, Hotch cut in, but was interrupted by Y/N.

“Wow, so you do think you’re more qualified than me to catch criminals just because you’re some FBI profiler.”

“Considering what I’ve seen so far, I’d say—“

The shrill of the phone interrupted Spencer’s sentence, and when Hotch answered it, Penelope’s voice rang out.

“Hello, my beautiful crime fighters!”

“Gracia, what do you have for us?”

“Okay, so our latest victim is Mary Summers, twenty-five, works in retail, and oh, she’s got a family in Carolina”, Penelope chirps over the phone.

“Which Carolina?”

Spencer and Y/N looked at each other after they had both asked the same question. The tension between them was obvious, making it clear that even Penelope could feel it because of how quiet she had gotten.

“Um, sir … do I have to answer that”, she croaked.

Hotch sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “unfortunately, yes.”

After another long moment of silence, she resented and softly spoke, “south…”

“Ha!”

Everyone in and out the conference room looked over at Spencer, Y/N glaring rather than just looking. He quickly looked to the ground, embarrassed by his sudden outburst, but not too embarrassed to go over to Hotch.

“So um, if I’m correct-- which statistically speaking, I usually am-- doesn’t that officially make it FBI jurisdiction?”

Slowly turning to Y/N, Hotch gave her an apologetic look, “this does make it our jurisdiction,” he paused for a moment and a small smile began to form on Spencer’s face, “but, we would still love your insight on the case. I think you’ve already been an asset and you’ve worked on it long enough to know more about it than any of us.”

Deadpan. That was now the look on Spencer’s face after he had heard the last part of Hotch’s sentence.

The corner of Y/N’s lips turned upwards in a motion that could be described as “mocking the Grinch”, and she quickly glanced over to the unamused doctor before turning her body towards Hotch. “Thank you for allowing me to help sir.”

“Great”, Hotch said, before putting his attention back over to Penelope. “Thank you, Garcia. Continue looking over security from outside the dump sites and we’ll call if we need anything else.”

“You got it, G-man!”

Hotch hung up, looking back at Spencer’s deflated posture. “How is the geographical profile going?”

Straightening up, he began to walk towards the map that laid on the table as he spoke, “I have where the bodies were located on the map, but I’m still trying to figure out the connection. Missy Hanover was found on Battleground Avenue, Alice Trace was found on Wendover Avenue, Stacy Martin was found right by Friendly Center, and our recent victim was found at ‘Wet N Wild’ water park.”

“Let me know when you’re done so we can finish up the profile.” Hotch went to turn on his heel and Spencer turned back to the map, but Y/N quickly spoke up before either of them could miss her.

“All of those places are super crowded.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. It was obvious that those were crowded places, he knew that, so why was she pointing out the obvious?

“And when I say ‘super crowded’, I mean, like, actual hell”, she continued.

“So it’s obvious he wants them found”, Hotch adds on.

“Yeah, and they’re all places you’d see families at. I mean, ‘Wet N Wild’, Friendly Center, and Wendover especially.”

Spencer stared off into space for a moment, thinking back to the original profile, and it was as if something clicked in his mind, his head snapped up, causing Y/N and Hotch to look over at him. “He wants the kids to see.”

“Oh, God”, Y/N muttered.

“You think it could have something to do with his childhood?”

“Possibly,” Spencer began to talk, using his hands as he elaborated, “if he saw something as traumatic as a dead body when he was younger then he could possibly be killing anyone who looked like what he saw.”

“Alright,” Hotch started, taking out his phone, “Reid, gather the profile together while I call Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi, I’ll also go get JJ. Y/L/N, do you mind getting everyone to the bullpen so we can brief them?”

She gave him a nod before heading off, everyone going their separate ways.

———

Once the rest of the team made it back to the precinct, they went over last minute details of the profile before Hotch cleared his throat to get the officer’s attention.

“So to start our profile, we know that the unsub is a white male in his late twenties to early thirties. He is also most likely a resident in Greensboro, so you’re looking for a local face.”

“He also has a job where he can make the schedule,” Morgan added on, crossing his arms in front of his chest, ”mostly due to the fact that the bodies were dumped at night but also taken in the middle of the day. These jobs include contractors or independent business owners.”

Emily then bounces off of Morgan’s sentence. “We also know that this man is a narcissist. Not only because he does the abductions in the middle of the day, but also because he keeps doing that even though we’ve made our presence on the case known. He also continues to dump in very public places.”

Making his way over to the map that was now hanging on a bulletin board and pointing at it, Spencer continues after Emily. “The dump sites of the bodies as well as the victims themselves actually helped us identify why he’s doing what he is. The unsub is dumping in these popular, crowded areas because he knows that’s where children will be. He wants them to see the bodies.”

“And because these victims are so similar in type, we’ve come to the conclusion that the unsub is recreating a traumatic experience from his childhood for other children in Greensboro to see. These victims most likely represent a face he’s seen during that traumatic time”, Rossi said, piggybacking off of Reid.

“With his narcissistic attitude and sense of revenge in a way, he will most likely try to resist authority”, Spencer added on again, squinting his eyes. “Everyone should stay vigilant. He will be dangerous, with or without a weapon.”

Hotch quickly closed off the briefing, encouraging officers to go to them if they had any questions as the chief and Y/N walked up to them.

“Do y’all know what your next move is”, he asked, looking at the profilers.

“Well, we’re stuck until we get a new lead, so we’ll probably stay here and look over any other files. My team has been working to make sure we get this done.”

“I can tell'', Chief Dolly replied before turning to Y/N with a wide grin. “Y/L/N, why don’t you go get these folks the beauty that North Carolina has to offer.”

She lifted a brow as her arms crossed, “and what ‘beauty’ does North Carolina actually have to offer, exactly?”

The irritation was prominent in her voice, prompting Spencer to lift the corner of his mouth as the chief spoke again.

“Cookout.”

“With all due respect sir,” she started, “I’m pretty sure there’s a Cookout in Virginia.”

“Nope, no back-talk missy. Now, go get ‘em some lunch. I wouldn’t mind a milkshake for myself.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N turned on her heel and started walking towards the front door. The fact that she went from trying to make Spencer her bitch to being his really was the highlight of his day, and he couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

The sound of that laugh though, had captured Hotch's attention, and Spencer heard the last thing he wanted to hear come out of his mouth. “Reid, you can go help her.”

He let out a sigh, dragging his feet while he followed her. When they made it to the parking lot, they were quiet as they got in her SUV, not talking as they pulled onto the main road.

It was obvious neither one of them was happy being stuck with each other, but Spencer honestly thought it could be worse. She could’ve been giving him those snarky comments, trying to fluster him, or plainly just be a pain in his ass. But she wasn’t. At that moment, she was quiet, not showing any tension.

He thought it was a little abnormal for her, but then again he didn’t really know her.

He didn’t really know her.

This was the revelation Spencer was having. He knew everyone did something for a reason. Something causes people to act the way they do. He just refused to think about it when it came to Y/N because of how blindsided he was when it came to her attitude.

And now, being the overthinker he was, he felt like it actually was his and the rest of the team's fault for her being cold with everyone.

Not being able to help himself, he cast his eyes over to her, seeing what looked like a defeated look. That was new. In the very short amount of time he’s been there, he’s never seen any look on her face other than determination or confidence.

He needed to be the bigger person, he wanted to be, so he cleared his throat to get her attention before speaking in a soft voice. “I’m sorry.”

She lifted a brow, glancing over at him for a split second before putting her eyes back on the road. “For…?”

“For whatever you’re upset about?”

She scoffed and shook her head. “I’m not upset.”

“The look on your face says otherwise,” he quipped back.

“Oh my God…”

He gave her a sad smile, “well, what’s bothering you?”

She sat there in silence, biting her lip before letting out a sigh. “It’s just … I finally left Greensboro when I was eighteen. I went to Columbia and studied Sociology and Criminal Justice just to end up back here, and then when I get promoted to detective and finally get my first case where I could potentially save so many women—“

“—The FBI comes in and hijacks it”, he said, finishing her sentence.

“Yeah. I spent my whole life with people trying to one-up me, and it doesn’t help that they brought in a freaking doctor who is probably less than a year older than me.”

The silence between them was deafening. He didn’t know what to say. He’s never been in the position she was and the funny thing is, he probably would’ve reacted the same way if he was.

Clearing his throat, he wanted to say something, anything that would make her feel better. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re really good at your job. Better than a lot of people I’ve come in contact with over the years, and I’m a certified genius.”

She let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. “I knew you had some arrogance in you.”

“I think there’s a little bit of arrogance in everyone. It’s just shown in different ways.”

“Hmm, okay. In what way do I show I’m arrogant?”

His eyebrows went up, and when he saw her expectant eyes on the road, he bit his bottom lip. “Well, um … I’d say through your work. I don’t believe you have actual training when it comes to creating profiles, but you gave a very pretentious touch when you told Chief Dolly you already had a preliminary one done.”

“Hmm, guess you are a genius”, she muttered, making him blush. When they pulled into the drive-thru of the Cookout, she turned towards him. “Now, what do you want? Because this really is the only good thing North Carolina has to offer.”

———

A day had passed and the whole team plus Y/N and Chief Dolly were back at the precinct, sitting down and going through all the files from the case when Derek’s phone rang.

“Hey Baby girl, you’re on speaker so please behave.”

“Aww, I love when you beg me.”

Spencer looked over to Y/N who had let out a small chuckle. He liked the look of her smiling and happy.

Wait, no. What? They were literally fighting not even a day ago.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he tuned back into the conversation.

“Okay, so Hotch told me to keep sweeping the security footage, and I noticed the same guy walking around or near each of the dump sites not even two hours before each body was called in.”

“Can you I.D him”, Emily asked, leaning her elbows on the table.

“Ugh, who do you think I am? Of course I I.Ded him! Mr. Trevor Lind, thirty-one lived in Greensboro his whole life. He owns his own construction business.”

“Lind’s Construct”, Y/N said, face paling.

“You would be correct, beautiful voice over the phone!”

Y/N blushed and looked down at the table before shaking her head and clearing her throat. “I should’ve known it was him…”

Spencer furrowed his brows, “what do you mean?”

He could tell she was angry with herself just by the look on her face, but the tone in which she spoke was the real indicator. “We said this is someone who had a traumatic experience growing up. Trevor lost his mom when he was younger.”

“She’s right,” Garcia added, “some police reports show that when Trevor was around twelve, him and his mom were going back to their car from Oak Hollow Mall when a robbing went wrong occurred.”

“So him and his mother were stabbed”, Rossi asked.

“Hmm, no, actually it was just his mom. They didn’t touch him and she was DOA.”

Y/N put her head in her hands, “there were always rumors about him in high school. I was just a freshman when he was a senior, but going into school everyone made sure to let you know about the kid who ‘so strong to get through that’.”

“People were praising him”, JJ asked, prompting Y/N to nod. “That may be where his narcissism stems from.”

Hotch gave a nod. “You’re right. Garcia, you said his mother died behind Oak Hollow Mall, does it happen to still be open?”

The sound of clicking was heard over the phone before Penelope hummed. “It seems like the only real store open is a clearance store, but other than that it looks like a ghost town.”

“You think that’s where he’s taking ‘em?”

Derek looked over to Dolly and gave a quick shrug. “Most likely. If he’s trying to recreate his mother’s wounds then he’s probably doing it close to where it originally happened.”

“Alright, send us the address and call them, letting them know the FBI wants a complete lockdown on any open stores. I want everyone ready to go on when we get there. Y/L/N, you too.”

“Be safe, everyone”, Penelope said before Hotch ended the call and made his way out of the precinct with everyone following him.

———

They were all parked outside the mall, Hotch going over their positions one last time.

“Okay, each group will get a SWAT team with them. Morgan and Prentiss take the first floor, Rossi, JJ, and I will take the second. Reid, I want you and Y/L/N on the third.”

They all gave a nod, making their way into the building. When Y/N and Spencer made it to the third floor, he motioned for SWAT to take the first couple stores while him and Y/N made their way further.

Walking a few feet, Spencer heard whimpering and signaled Y/N to follow him. Slowly making their way closer, they turned a corner to see the unsub standing with a woman, holding a knife to her.

“Trevor Lind.”

He turned to the sound of his name being called and held the knife to the woman’s stomach. “I will stab her. Don’t move.”

“Trevor, we know what happened to your mother,” Spencer started, “you don’t have to make anyone else go through what you did.”

“Shut up! You don’t understand anything.”

“Trevor,” Y/N said, making him turn towards her, “I went to the same high school as you. I heard how everyone praised you for being strong after what happened. You doing this isn’t conquering it.”

He went quiet, not budging.

Y/N let out a small sigh and spoke again. “Trevor, put the knife down. You know you’re not getting anything from killing her right now.”

“Actually, I do”, before either one of them could blink, he stabbed the girl’s stomach, letting her fall to the ground.

“Reid, get the girl”, Y/N said while rushing over to Trevor.

Spencer put pressure on the victim’s wounds and called into his mic for the medics, looking up to see Y/N knock the knife out of Trevor’s hand. A split second later, his fist connected with her jaw before she swiped her legs under his feet, causing him to fall.

She cuffed him, stating his rights as she dragged him out of the room, looking back to make sure the girl was alright before leaving.

———

Around twenty minutes later, Spencer walked from the rest of the team after talking over what had just happened, seeing Y/N sitting in the back of an ambulance holding an ice pack to her jaw. When he strolled over to her he was silent for a moment. A normal person in that moment would ask their colleague if they were okay, but then again, Spencer never really classified as “normal”.

“I told you he wouldn’t go down without a fight … with or without a weapon.”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, “you’re gonna say that to me when I one, was just socked in the jaw by an unsub, and two, was just starting to like you?”

A blush rising to his cheeks, Spencer quickly looked down at his shoes before muttering, “sorry”.

There was a silent moment between the two filled with tension and awkwardness. He really didn’t know what it was about her. Why there’s a slight thrill from bickering with her, why he was in total awe of her bad-assery, or why his heart sped up at the thought of her starting to like him. Shit. He had a crush. Spencer Reid was harboring a crush for someone that can not only kick his ass, but could hold their own against him in a battle of the wits.

He wanted to think more about it at the moment, but his thoughts were jumbled by the sound of her voice. “Don’t be.” Looking up at her, he arched a brow, silently asking her to elaborate. “Don’t be sorry. If the situation was reversed I’d probably be gloating too.”

He tried. He really tried to hold back the smirk that began to form on his face, but he was out of luck.

“Oh, don’t go looking so smug. I don’t like that look on you…”

With his lips now turning into a grin, he looked at her and the light blush that fanned across her cheeks. “What look?”

He could hear the small groan leaving her lips as she rolled her eyes, “the cute smug look…”

If Spencer had been standing and further away from Y/N at that time, he wouldn’t hear her, but that didn’t stop him from playing her own games on her. “Sorry, Y/N, do you think you could repeat that for me? It’s just, you seem to mumble a bit when you’re flustered.”

“Ugh! The cute smug look, are you happy now?”

He gave her a genuine smile as she rolled her eyes. The difference between when she would roll her eyes at him before and now was that there was no actual irritation laced with it. It seemed playful in a way.

“Very much so.”

She shook her head before putting the ice pack next to her and hopping down from the ambulance. “Now if you’ll excuse, I have a lot of paperwork I must fill out.”

———

A couple hours later, Spencer found himself packing up boxes of files in the small Greensboro police station. It was finally quiet, not many panicked officers roaming around trying to hunt a serial killer down, and when he looks over to his right, he sees Y/N and Hotch.

He can see them talking. He’s not quite sure what it’s about, but the way her eyes widen and the small flicker of excitement cross her face, he has a guess in the back of his mind.

Not too long though, he watches her as she walks towards him, hands behind her back while the clicking of her heels fills the small hall.

“Do you always watch your boss talk to pretty girls”, she asked, right before she stopped in front of him.

“Wha- no.”

Giving a small chuckle, she raised her eyebrows, “so you admit I’m pretty.”

“I never said that”, he quickly retorts.

“Mhmm, but you were thinking it.” He rolled his eyes at her statement, but couldn’t help the smile that adorned his face.

“Anyway,” she continues after a brief pause, “just thought I should let you know your boss gave me his card and said I should apply to the academy … said something about how you guys could use someone like me.”

Spencer felt a flutter in his stomach. She was going to be working with them? He couldn’t lie, he was a little excited. He practically spent this whole trip on a certain high just from going back and forth with her.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide a certain hopefulness when he spoke to her. “So, are you going to apply?”

She looked at him for a moment before giving a dainty smile and shrug. “I don’t know,” she started, “having to work almost twenty-four seven with a cute nerd kinda sounds torturous.”

There was no way he could hide the blush blooming as he spoke again, “well I could say that working almost twenty-four seven with a cute badass sounds torturous too.”

“Excuse you”, his eyebrows jumped up, of course, the one time in his life he decides to be bold when it comes to flirting, he ends up crossing a line. “I’m hot, not cute.”

His shoulders deflate in relief. Maybe him flirting wasn’t a lost cause after all.

The moment between the two seemed to fade when Morgan came around the corner, “C’mon Reid, we’re leaving in five!”

He nodded his head and threw and satchel over his shoulder before picking up the box of files, beginning to move past Y/N, but before he was too far away, he looked back at her. “So I’ll see you around?”

“Oh, one-hundred percent. See you around, Dr. Reid.”

And with that, they both walked away, neither one of them really able to keep a grin off their face.

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[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things- Repeating History

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Brief mentions of murder and alcohol. Canon typical violence.

A/N: this takes place during season 3 episode 11, birthright. i had a lot of fun studying this episode and making it my own. i have changed certain dialogue and who says what for the sake of the story. please enjoy!

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january 2008

Syd Moore said, “Disregard for the past will never do us any good. Without it we cannot know truly who we are.”

+++++

Your alarm is often hushed before it even has an opportunity to set off nowadays because you usually wake up before it even has the chance.

4:25 A.M.

You groan and toss your pillow over your face. Maybe, just maybe, you can will yourself to sleep for a little longer. As if someone heard your pleas for slumber, your phone starts buzzing on your bedside table. Of course, it is unnecessary for you even to read the messages. There is a case.

+++++

"Last night in Fredericksburg, a 20-year-old woman, Molly McCarthy, was abducted," J.J. begins, "She's the third to go missing in the last 6 weeks. All disappeared from public places. No one's seen them since until now. A couple days ago, body parts with cigarette burns were recovered from a national park that was once the site of the battle of Chancellorsville."

"Were they able to make an I.D.?" you and Hotch ask simultaneously. Your eyes meet, but he breaks the contact abruptly. Flustered and insecure, you bury your focus deep into the file in front of you. The group discusses the case for a couple of minutes, but you are so concentrated on the papers that you hardly absorb any information they've shared.

There is something familiar about this case to you. Suddenly, realization strikes.

Rejoining the discussions, you say, "I remember reading about a case like this in Spotsylvania county. Similar markings on the bone. It was the winter of 1980, also in Fredericksburg. There were 5 women aged 16 to 24. They were buried in pieces."

"Same markings. Same civil war battlefield," J.J. responds in agreement.

The team agrees that this could be the works of the same killer. There are aspects of the more recent killings that would be impossible to copycat since those details had never been released to the public. But, if this is the same unsub, what's he been doing for the past 27 years?

+++++

Hotch focuses on the road while you watch out the window of the passenger seat. Occasionally, you sneak the odd peek at him. His stoicism is alluring, and you find yourself drawn to this demeanor like a moth to a flame. Piecing together the tiny glimpses you've collected thus far as if working on a mental puzzle, you scrutinize his attributes. His eyes bare the beginnings of crow's feet. Only his sideburns tease the speckling of salt and pepper undertones. His lips turn downwards at the corners, no doubt from years of scowling at unsubs.

Reid speaks up from behind you both and breaks your train of thought. Probably for the better, there's no reason why you should examine your unit chief so intently.

"It's funny--he always dumps the bodies in this battlefield, no matter what the risk."

"It's a respected landmark. He's flaunting," Aaron reckons.

"It makes him feel important," you say in agreement.  

Once you have arrived at the crime scene, you follow Agent Hotchner closely. Reid trails ahead, most likely trying to keep up with his own train of thought.

"How does someone not see or hear them?" You ask the sheriff.

He turns to you with a defeated expression, "It was dark. He had the advantage. Molly's boyfriend was the last person to see her. He said she was alone for a minute, maybe less."

Hotch surveys the surroundings, "He's patient and works fast."

"He's perfected his M.O.," Reid states while looking around.

You cross your arms as a wave of unease gets the best of you as you envision the moments leading to Molly's attack.

"If our unsub's pushing 60, he's gotta be strong enough to carry her a long way without her struggling," you bring out.

Hotch looks to you with a concerned squint. You shake your head, signaling to him that it's nothing you can't get under control. He nods in response. The sheriff agrees to point out the various entrances to the park.

"I'll catch up with you," your Unit Chief states. He motions for you to step aside with him, and you comply.

"You know, ever since my wife and I had our son, I dread receiving cases involving children," he discloses to you.

Tears well up in your eyes, "I can't even imagine, but sir, why are you telling me this?"

"This job will inevitably strike close to home on some cases more than others. It's okay for you to feel overwhelmed by it all every once and a while," he assures you.

"You never lose it, though."

He sighs heavily, "Maybe I should have."

Shortly before you joined the BAU, Hotch's wife Haley left with their son Jack. You never ask questions or stick your nose where it doesn't belong. It isn't your place, and you can't blame him for not wanting to bring his family struggles to work. He deals with enough broken families on the job as it is. Mixing his own personal life into the field would only make it more challenging to prioritize. Despite all this, you cannot help but wonder what exactly led to his and his wife's separation. You hope that they can find their way back to each other. The crimes you investigate do not need to claim the Hotchner's as victims as well.

+++++

"I'll let you talk to Chrissy Wilkenson," Hotch directs you towards the kitchen. You wipe your sweaty palms against the fabric of your pants and make your way into the kitchen, Hotch following closely behind you.

"Mrs. Wilkenson," you say gently, "My name is Y/F/N. I have just a few questions about your husband. Where does Charlie usually go when he's stressed?"

"The barn," she stutters. You can tell she's anxious and afraid for the well-being of her family.

"Anywhere else, Chrissy?"

Hotch is called into the other room, and you continue questioning Chrissy. She's becoming overwhelmed, so you guide her to the dining room.

"I know this is difficult, Chrissy."

"Did the father of my child really do that to those poor women?" She cradles her baby bump.

Your heart breaks for her, and you choose to remain silent. Sometimes saying nothing speaks louder than words.

Footsteps bound throughout the house, and Hotch appears in the doorway, "The sheriff will stay here with Mrs. Wilkenson. We need you with us."

Standing up from your chair, you place your hand atop Chrissy's, "History doesn't have to repeat itself." It is almost as if she could tell you were reading her thoughts. The endless whispers that cloud her mind making her feel like she's left with only one choice, but there's always another option. That is all you are trying to remind her of.

+++++

As you and your team trek through the forest, you see a clearing.

"Hotch, this way," you beckon him to pursue your course.

Suddenly, a gunshot rings out, and you stop in your tracks. You make eye contact with Hotch and mirror each other's actions, dashing towards the opening in the trees. Your heart pounds in rhythm with your footsteps colliding against the ground. It is clear to you from your exchange with Chrissy at the house that the origin of the gunshot will shock everyone but yourself. As you reach the clearing and rush down the hill, your speculation is validated.

Chrissy Wilkenson is standing over the body of her husband, the unsub. A traumatized young man haunted by his father's past and plagued by the idea that children are trapped in the endless cycles created by their parents.

I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Jesus. Now is not the time for that.

The newly widowed woman claims self-defense, yet the cops handcuff her anyways. Inside, you feel conflicted while watching her get into the back of the squad car.

Hotch appears by your side but remains silent. Again, sometimes silence speaks louder than words. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the fact that it is trembling.

"What did you say to her as you were leaving the dining room?"

"I told her that history does not have to repeat itself. I wanted her to know that even when it feels like you are backed into a corner, there is always another way out. Sometimes people don't know where to look for their out thought," you quiver.

He lightly touches your arm and gives you a reassuring tilt of the head, "Just know that you did everything you could. We will never do this job perfectly. Doing the right thing usually costs more than it pays. You did your part.  I'm not a saint, and I am far from a hero, but I have integrity and honor, and I do this job to the best of my ability."

"If you can leave a case with a clear conscience," he continues, "you know you did the best you could. Any other thought process will eat away at you slowly but surely, and ultimately, it will result in the demise of your career and destruction of yourself."

+++++

After a seemingly neverending day, you all arrive back at Quantico.

"I could really go for a drink, guys. What do you say? Newbie's buying," you wave your wallet around frivolously.

"I could go for 5 drinks!" Prentiss exclaims.

"Count me in," Morgan winks at you. He never fails to make you blush.

Reid hesitates and you pout your bottom lip, "Please Reid! How could you not want a repeat of Dolly Parton night last month?"

Hotch comes down the stairs, "Dolly Parton night? Do I want to know?"

You and Derek snicker to each other as Spencer attempts to diffuse his own embarassment.

"9 to 5 is an iconic female anthem that certainly has a rather bewitching affect on a man when mixed with alcohol."

"You only drank Diet Coke that night," you roll your eyes at him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Hotch forcing his way through the small group formed around the desks.

Making your way over to him, you invite him to join, "Want a beer?" You second guess yourself, but it seems as though his rather stern expression softens ever so slightly when he pivots on his heels to look at you.

"I would like that," he answers softly.

He immediately returns to his original path and hovers near the glass doors. You casually make your way over to him, joined by Dave and Emily. A man barges in through the glass doors announcing Aaron's name.

"Agent Hotchner?"

"Yes," the subject in question breaths out almost defeatedly.  

The yellow package he holds in his hands is all too familiar and instantly churns your stomach into knots. You gnaw at your bottom lip, drawing a metallic taste that causes you to cringe.

"What is it?" Emily speaks up.

There's no question as to what it is. Oh Hotch. I’m so sorry.

Hotch's eyes trace the package from corner to corner in disbelief, "Haley's filing for divorce. I've been served."

When he eventually takes his eyes off of the lettering, his eyes meet yours. They lock onto you and it is in that moment that you feel as though you have been given the key to unlock his soul. His eyes are so unusual at this moment; they are more vulnerable than you have ever seen. The stoic man is gone, and instead, it is the eyes of one who is in tremendous pain. You had mistaken his bloodshot eyes for physical fatigue on the plane, but now you see that it is emotional exhaustion as well.

If only you knew how badly I want to hug you and tell you that you won't be swallowed up by this darkness. There's a long road ahead, but you have so many people here who love you and are here to support you through this. You aren't alone. Trust me, I know.

In some way, you pray that he can read into your soul and see the pain you feel for him. Once more, your shared silence proves to speak for itself.  

At last, he breaks eye contact with you and finally releases the breath that you had been holding in. Dave grabs onto your arm, seeing the clear impact Hotch's news has on you, no doubt having also noticed Hotch's immediate response in looking at you.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can join you tonight," he excuses himself and escapes to the seclusion of his office.

Maybe history does have a way of repeating itself.

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[kirascottage]

thank you for taking the time and consideration to read! here i’ve gathered most characters i know how to write for, (mannerisms, personality, dialogue)

i want to say that i will not be writing every single request. all your ideas are probably amazing, but i might not want to write it as it may trigger me, or even just because i’m not really motivated or moved by the request.

please, please, please do not send me the same requests you’ve sent to other writers. i will definitely find out and truth be told it’s rude as fuck. authors work very hard to please as they want it to be as close to perfection as possible and they are not in the mood to be accused of stealing as i am not in the mood either.

please do not rush me and my writing. if you heckle me i will delete your request and write something else. i am a student and i cannot write 24/7. regarding nsfw content anyone is allowed to interact and request as long as i am not sexualized then i am okay with it.

i will most likely be adding more fandoms the more i write (shadow and bone, etc) when i have the time to watch them !

— fandoms i write:

— harry potter franchise

luna lovegood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, and marlene mckinnon (more tbd)

— criminal minds

spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, derek morgan, and luke alvez

— outerbanks

jj maybank and pope heyward

— shameless

mandy milkovich, lip gallagher and carl gallagher

— bridgerton

anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton and eloise bridgerton

— sex education

ruby matthews, maeve wiley and jackson marchetti

— euphoria

fezco and maddy perez (anyone else tbd)

— things i will not write:

student/professor romantic relationships, romanticism of cheating, teen pregnancy, nsfw involving children, m x m

no specified reader!!! no certain hair colour, skin, body, etc. i wanna make the reader as neutral as possible that way everyone can enjoy my fics.

i don’t write personal ships or about any of the actors

soulmate au’s

character x character

detailed self harm, eating disorders, detailed abuse, detailed mental disorders, suicide attempts, sexual assault scenes.

x male!reader (i’m not a male so i don’t feel like i could write from this perspective)

incest, rape, bestiality, obscure kinks and fetishes (ex. piss, scat, rape kinks etc), pegging, anal, age regression, non-con, cnc, dub-con, subspace, little space, daddy/mommy kink, fwb, cuckholding, polyamory, and period sex

older!remus or older!sirius in a sexual context.

— things i will write:

angst, fluff and smut

headcanons, blurbs and preferences

x platonic!reader (parental/guardian/sibling relation)

f x f & m x f

[nephilim-problems]

Can't keep a secret pt 7

So next part will end the series. It has been a wild ride and I am so in love with this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x reader, Barry Allen x reader (past)

Warnings: huge tw angst, stabbing, blood, death

Masterlist

"Shit," I shouted as I ran outside. It wasn't just Slade. There seemed to be an army of people attacking the city. 

"Find Slade," I heard Oliver scream in my ears. 

"I have eyes on him, he's at the police precinct," Felicity said. 

I froze in place. My chest seemed to lose air and I couldn't stop my body from running. 

"Where are you going?" Thea called after me. 

"Hotch is there!" I shouted and I heard Caitlin on the other line. 

"Derek and Spencer are here," she said. " Make sure everyone else is safe too." 

"Yeah," I paused as I ran closer to the police precinct. I could see Slade standing on the roof. "I will make sure everyone is safe but they need to start evacuating the building." 

"I'm already on it sweetheart," Morgan said. "Just get everyone else out safely. Including yourself." 

"No," I said knowing full well who could hear me. " Slade has to die." 

"(Y/N) no. I told you not to engage," Oliver yelled over the coms and I groaned. 

"For what? So you can put him in prison on that island again?" I shouted as I made my way up the stairs. "Look what that got us! I'm ending this now!" 

With those last words I threw my com in my pocket and continued up the stairs. I eventually found a ladder and climbed it and found Slade standing just looking over central city. 

"It's ironic, just yesterday I was apologetic for what I had done to you and today," he paused and laughed. "I'm going to lock you up." 

"Not today Slade. Today I am going to kill you," I shot  an arrow at him which he caught of course. 

He let out a loud laugh,"hello (Y/N). I was hoping for your brother but, you will suffice." 

"The only thing that will suffice is your death," I snapped. 

Slade chuckled and ran at me as I tried to shot at him. He was always too fast and I didn't want to get too close. It would mean a quick death for me. Or at least 100 questions from my team. Then Slade got close enough to rip me down; but he didn't feel strong enough. Yes he felt strong but normal. If he was on the mirakuru he would be so much stronger truthfully. I dodged one of his blades coming dangerously close to my face. I slipped my com in my ear and heard everyone fighting. 

"Guys," I shouted as I tried to fight off Slade. "Slade doesn't have the mirakuru in his system." 

"What?" Felicity shouted. "isn't that what makes him all bleh?" 

"Yes," Oliver replied angrily as Slade's sword barely made contact with my shoulder. 

"He's got something on his head," I said softly out of breath. 

"Reverse Flash has it too," Barry shouted. 

"The people attacking the city do too," Diggle replied. 

"Karl Arnold had one too. I just hacked the prison database," Felicity said. " In front of 2 federal agents." 

"It's actually extremely weird Karl Arnold would take your family," Reid said and Slade laughed. 

" Maybe a mind-control device?" Morgan asked. 

"That's not completely unbelievable," Reid said. 

"Talking to your friends I see," Slade said right as he punched my face. 

I stumbled back slightly dizzy and tired. 

"Have you figured it out yet?" He asked as I pushed him back.

"We might be looking at this all wrong," I said, breathing heavily. 

"Did you engage Slade?" Oliver shouted and I gulped as his sword connected with my sword. 

"Yes," I grunted, trying to push back the sword but failing. "and I'm getting my ass kicked." 

The blade scratched my cheek just barely as I wiggled my way out from under him. I kicked back again and managed to land a decent blow on his face. I heard the door slam open and I turned in hopes to see Oliver but instead Hotch stood in front of me having his gun trained on me, not Slade me. 

"Aaron," I whispered softly and felt something Pierce through my chest. I looked down and saw the edge of Slade's sword sticking from my chest. Then it was gone and I hit the ground. 

"No!" I heard Oliver scream and a few arrows dash over my head but things were very blurry. 

"Is Aaron okay?" I coughed as blood ran out of my mouth. 

"Yeah," Oliver smiled. "He's fine and you'll be okay too." 

"We both know what's going to happen," I whispered, grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry about everything I was mad you were right and I was mad you made me leave." 

I gasped for air as Oliver cried over me. I touched his face. 

"Don't cry big brother," I smiled, letting the blood fall from my teeth. "I'll get to see mom and dad." 

"No, you're going to stay right here," Oliver whispered. 

I heard Aaron walking closer to me and I really should keep this secret of if he deserved to know who I was before I died. The truth was; I can't keep a secret. 

Things were starting to turn darker as Oliver held my hand crying and calling for Barry desperately. 

"Aaron," I whispered. And he kneeled next to me. 

"(Y/N)?" He asked weakly and I nodded. 

He hesitated for a moment before bringing his hand up and removing my mask. He started crying as soon as he saw my face. 

"Is this what you had to help Barry with?" He asked, keeping his voice as calm as possible and I nodded. 

"My brother is the Green Arrow and my sister is speedy," I groaned and grabbed the stab wound.

"I should've guessed," he whispered, grabbing my face. 

"I love you Aaron," I choked out. "I had to say it before I died." 

"You're not going to die!" Oliver shouted. "You're a fighter, so fight!" 

"I love you too (Y/N)," Aaron cried and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. 

"Ol-" I started and stopped but he looked at me anyway. "I love you big brother. Tell Thea I love her too."

"You're not saying goodbye," Oliver snapped and placed his head on my stomach. "I'm not losing you too." 

I heard Barry running to me but things went completely black. 

[baubabble]

“Diamonds and Dances” Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer used to date at the Academy. When you graduated, you broke it off. Later, when you are assigned to the BAU, old feelings resurface. When Hotch assigns the two of you to go undercover together at an event, how will those feelings evolve?

Word Count: 5258

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Cherry” by Harry Styles

Note: My first attempt at writing Spencer! Thank you for all the love on my Hotch series!

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“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”― Kahlil Gibran

The case had finally hit a dead end.

You and the rest of the team were sitting in the Los Angeles FBI Field Office, staring at the ceiling. Four couples had been brutally murdered at local events over the past sixth months and so far, the local agents had nothing. When Garcia was given the request for assistance, Hotch had taken the case immediately.

You had been at the BAU for more than a year now and you had never been this frustrated. You could tell that the more seasoned agents such as Morgan and Rossi were just as annoyed that no leads were surfacing as well.

Spinning lazily in your chair, your eyes fell on Reid as they usually did. Spencer Reid was the one that got away in more ways than one. You and the doctor had met at the Academy and instantly hit it off. The two of you had dated for almost a year before you had broken it off. Spencer was going to the BAU and you were going to sex crimes. It was just the way it had to be. You were happy to make a clean break rather than trying to tackle a complicated relationship.

That is until Strauss had requested you to join the Behavioral Analysis Unit. You had been hesitant at first for many reasons. Then, Aaron Hotchner had called you personally and encouraged you to take the position. He was aware of your history with Reid and said he would do his best to make sure the environment was as professional as possible.

Which is how you found yourself at a crossroads with your current case. “I’m about to shove pencils in my eyes,” Garcia said from beside you. Penelope had been asked to join the team on this case due to the unsub’s signature at hacking into security systems and traffic cams.

“You too?” you asked, turning to her.

“My brain has never felt tired before,” Garcia said. “Is this normal?”

“I think we all need some rest, Baby Girl,” Derek said as he rolled over to Penelope and began massaging her shoulders. You watched the action with a hint of envy. There was too much going on inside your head for anything right now. Pushing back from the table, you stood up.

“I need some air,” you announced and headed out of the conference room. The team watched after you for a moment before returning to their work, except one member’s eyes remained fixed on your exit.

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Spencer Reid was the best problem solver the team had.

He never had problems with finding the missing puzzle piece in the case or analyzing a criminal’s motives. However, there was one problem, he couldn’t quite crack.

You.

Reid had never gotten over your breakup. He sat awake for nights after you had broken it off trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He had confided in everyone he knew. His mother said that you just weren’t the right person for him, but Spencer disagreed. You were perfect for him, perfect for each other. He didn’t know what went wrong. One day the two of you had been smiling, laughing, and then it was like a switch had flipped and you just ended it.

Then when you had joined the BAU, hope reentered Spencer’s mind. Perhaps this was a chance to tell you how he felt and maybe even rekindle something from years before. However, those thoughts were quickly dismissed when he overheard a conversation you were having with Penelope about a man named Robbie, your new boyfriend.

Watching the way your face lit up when you spoke about the new man in your life felt like ice to his heart. He remembered when you used to look like that when you spoke about him and now it was reserved for someone else. Shortly after this, he had confided in JJ about the issue, finally expressing his thoughts to another member of the team.

“It’s been years, Spence,” JJ had told him, rubbing his back affectionately as he sat on her couch watching Henry play with a new toy Will had bought him. “It’s normal for people to move on.”

“But I haven’t,” Spencer had said. “I haven’t, JJ, and I don’t know if I can handle seeing her every day and knowing she’s with someone else.”

“Who knows,” JJ had said, “maybe the universe will be in your favor.”

“You know I don’t believe in any of that.”

“Maybe just this once you can,” JJ had said before squeezing his arm and then dropping the subject altogether.

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You stood out on the terrace of the field office, listening to the bustling city around you.

You never liked Los Angeles. It wasn’t like DC, there were too many people, too many skyscrapers, and the grating sound of traffic always made you want to scream. When you were working in sex crimes, you would head to the roof when things got too complicated to try and clear your mind. Most of the time it would work, other times, such as now, would just make you more irritated.

“You know, I’m not sure the air in this city is the best for clearing your head,” Hotch said as he exited out onto the terrace. You smiled to yourself as you stared out at the City of Angels.

“Did Penelope tell you to check on me?” you asked as he joined you at the railing.

“Maybe,” Hotch said with a shrug. “Are you okay?”

“Just frustrated,” you explained. “It’s been a while since we’ve been at such a big roadblock.”

“I wasn’t referring to the case, (Y/N),” Hotch said with a knowing look. You sighed, turning to look at him. “I’ve noticed you’ve seemed out of sorts for the past couple of weeks.”

“Which means the rest of the team has too,” you figured.

“Maybe, but they won’t confront you about it.”

“But you will?” you asked, amused.

“I’m your boss, it’s my job,” Hotch said. You smiled at that. “I’ve just seen a change in you and I’m assuming it is to do with your personal life.”

“Isn’t it always?” you asked with a chuckle. “I’m okay, Hotch. Just going through the awkward phase that happens after a breakup.” Hotch nodded in understanding.

“Ah, you and your boyfriend ended things,” he realized.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to make a big deal about it. Especially at work,” you said with a look that conveyed more than the words you were saying.

“I completely understand,” said Hotch. “On the brighter side, I think we may have an idea on how to draw the unsub out.”

“Am I going to like it?” you asked. Hotch grimaced. “I’ll take that as a no.”

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You were right, you definitely didn’t like it.

“Undercover?” you asked as you leaned against the wall of the conference room. Spencer sat in his chair across the room from you, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s the best idea we’ve been able to come up with,” Rossi said, “plus, with your work in sex crimes, you have the most undercover hours next to Emily.” You held your tongue before you could suggest why Emily just couldn’t do it. “You are the unsub’s type and so is Reid. If we are correct about the profile and where he is hitting next, the two of you should be the perfect lure.”

When Hotch and Rossi explained that you and Spencer would be going undercover as a married couple to the next charity event in hopes of finally catching Daniel Hill, the unsub, you were less than thrilled. This would not be your first time going undercover, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that you would have to pretend to be married to Spencer and by the looks of it, he seemed even less than thrilled about the situation.

“Is this going to be a problem?” Hotch asked, glancing between you and Reid.

“No, Sir,” you said and Spencer shook his head.

“It may be a little bit awkward with (Y/N)’s boo,” Morgan joked and Penelope kicked him under the table. When you didn’t laugh, Derek realized what the look on your face meant. “Oh…(Y/L/N), I didn’t realize…”

“It’s fine,” you said, pushing off the wall. “Robbie and I are done. It’s been done for a bit now and I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with so none of us have to stay in this city any longer.”

“Amen to that,” Emily said.

“I��m going to send debrief packets to your hotel rooms,” Hotch said. “The event is tonight so I need you to be ready.”

“Yes, Sir,” you and Spencer said at the same time. Hotch then dismissed the rest of you and you headed for the door, needing to get back to the hotel and start preparing for the evening. Spencer caught up to you as you walked through the office.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you to a stop, “are you going to be okay with this?”

“Yes, Spencer,” you said. “It’s our job and we’ll get it done.”

“I know, but we haven’t really worked closely together since you joined and to put on an undercover operation like this…” he trailed off, but you could tell what he was thinking. You always could.

“Spencer,” you said softly, “do me a favor, okay?”

“Anything.”

“For the next ten hours or so, let’s not be (Y/N) and Spencer. I agree that we have never truly talked about what happened between us since I joined the team, but tonight is not the time. I want to, I do, but we need to get through this night. So, until we get this son of a bitch, we are just two agents on a mission. No baggage. Deal?” Spencer let out a breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he mulled over your words. Eventually, he nodded.

“Deal.”

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The undercover packet had arrived just as you stepped out of the shower.

It was a basic cover. You and Spencer would be attending the event as Mr. and Mrs. Kelling, a wealthy couple from Maine. Your alias, Miranda Kelling, was nothing like you and that was how you preferred it. The more you could distance yourself from an undercover mission, the better. Spencer was playing Anderson Kelling and he was the president of a tech conglomerate that Garcia was writing up now. At least he would be able to cover for the both of you if anyone asked any questions.

A little bit later, a knock came at your door, and you were met with a smiling Penelope. In her hands was a white garment bag. “Please tell me it’s not pink,” you said as you let her in.”

“Oh, please,” Garcia scoffed. “You act as if I don’t know you at all. Undercover or not, I know you would never wear pink.” You laughed quietly as Garcia laid the bag out on the bed and unzipped it.

The dress was simple. A dark eggplant color that was low in the back and high at the neck. The slit was tasteful and knowing Garcia, it would fit you perfectly. However, while it was beautiful, your heart jumped just looking at it. The color of the gown was the same color as the dress you had worn on your first date with Spencer when he had taken you to a film festival. Whether Penelope knew that or not, didn’t matter. You knew it would matter to him.

“Do you like it?” Garcia asked. You nodded, unable to speak. “I can get something else if you don’t.”

“Penelope, it’s great,” you said, “really. Please tell me you have shoes to go with it.” Garcia then smiled and held up the other bag in her hands.

“Strappy or pumps?” she asked, shaking the bag before you. You gave in and laughed along with your friend as you let her accessorize you for the gala.

It was another hour before Garcia left to meet up with Morgan and JJ who were outfitting their security van that would be parked in the loading zone of the venue. The next time someone knocked on your door. You knew who it would be.

Pulling the door open, Spencer stood there with his hands in his pockets and his signature smile. You stepped aside and he entered, looking around the room awkwardly. “Did you read through the packet?” he asked, trying to make conversation.

“Twice,” you assured him. “Is that why you’re here? To make sure I did my homework?” you asked, amusement in your eyes. He rolled his eyes and you could tell he was starting to loosen up a bit more.

“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same side for the cover,” he explained “And to give you this,” he said as he dug into his pocket and produced a small velvet box.

“Ah,” you said, realizing what it was. He handed it to you and you took it quickly, placing it down next to the necklace Garcia had brought for you to wear. You didn’t want to open it in front of Reid. Everything was already awkward enough. “So, Mr. Kelling,” you began, “tell me about your company.”

The two of you went back and forth asking questions about each other’s covers. Pretending to be other people was actually helping you talk to him. Thinking of him as this imaginary husband was much easier than staring into those warm brown eyes and seeing the man who once held you like you were the most important thing in the universe.

“You know,” Spencer said as he lay on his back on your bed, “Morgan was supposed to do this with you.”

“Derek? Undercover as a tech guy?” you asked with a laugh. Reid sat up and looked at you as you sat at the small table, your file in your hands. He smiled softly as you chuckled. “That would have been something to see.”

“Maybe next time,” Spencer said. “You know, once he’s had more time to prepare. Hotch asked me because I didn’t have to do any additional research. I would have said no, but we need to find this guy and since we’ve already gotten his accomplice, I just thought—”

“Spencer,” you said, cutting him off, “you’re running on fumes.” He took a breath. That was something you always said when he started rambling when he got nervous. It was also something he did when he was avoiding what he was actually saying.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, “but just for the record, I’m not upset you were assigned to do this mission with me.”

“You’re not?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Nope,” you said and it was the truth. In fact, you were just incredibly nervous about being this close to him for the first time in years. “So stop stressing. Everything is going to work out fine.” You got up and approached him. You gripped him by the shoulders and looked at him in the eye. “Now, go put on your tux so we can get this bastard.”

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You stood in front of the floor-length mirror as you fussed with the gown.

Garcia sure did know how to pick ballgowns. The deep purple dress fit you perfectly. Paired with the nude heels and the light jewelry, you looked as expensive as Miranda Kelling was supposed to be. The large diamond sat on your left hand felt way too heavy. You lifted your hand to your face, tilting it so the diamond glittered in the low light.

When you had first lifted the lid to the box, your eyes had widened at the sheer size of the diamond. Apparently Rossi knew someone in LA with ties to a jeweler and you were renting the piece for the evening. Just placing it on your finger felt...wrong. And not just because of the price,  but because you imagined the first time you wore a wedding ring it would on your actual wedding day and not for a sting.

The thought of Spencer having a matching band on his left hand sent a thrill through you that you weren’t expecting. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about it in the past. When the two of you were together at the academy, the subject of marriage had come up frequently. It was always said with a bout of laughter afterward. Neither of you had ever said anything to make the other think that you were being serious, but at times, you definitely were. Snapping out of your thoughts, you finished your look with a swipe of lipstick and then headed for the door.

Stepping out into the lobby of the garish hotel, you spotted Rossi immediately. He was dressed as a chauffeur as he would be the one to take you and Reid to the event to keep up appearances. Walking around the corner, you finally saw your date for the evening. Spencer wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His hair was combed and his shoes shined in the glittering light of the chandelier that swung above him. Hearing the clicks of your heels, he turned towards you and his mouth fell open.

He quickly controlled his expression, but you had seen it. The look in his eyes as he beheld you strolling towards him. It was a familiar look, one he had given you in the past and everything began flooding back. You tried to ignore it as you joined him and Rossi. “This is all very ‘James Bond’,” you said, looking at the three of you.

“Well, just go easy on the martinis you two,” Rossi said with a small smile. Then from his pocket, he produced a white rose. “Morgan got the partner to talk and he agreed to help if we offered him a deal. He made the call and told Hill that the target this evening will be with a beautiful woman and wearing this on his jacket,” Rossi said as he tucked the rose into Spencer’s lapel.

“Great, nothing says ‘murder me’ like a rose,” Spencer muttered as he adjusted the flower. You smiled to yourself at his attempt at a joke. Rossi was watching both you, his eyes flickering back and forth.

“Just stick to the plan and this will all be over before you know it,” Rossi said as he gestured you out to the car. You and Reid followed him, neither of you saying anything. You had expected it to be awkward, but this felt...alien. It was also starting to become clear why Hotch had assigned you to this mission with Spencer. He most likely figured you wouldn’t have to do much acting, but seeing him dressed up and with that wedding band on his finger, you felt as if you were looking at a stranger. You had no idea how you were going to make it through the evening.

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Arriving at the venue, Rossi helped you from the car, giving your arm a final squeeze before leaving you in Spencer’s capable hands.

As Rossi drove away, Reid held out his arm to you. Slipping into the character of Miranda Kelling, you took his arm and smiled at him warmly. Spencer, or rather, Anderson, smiled back and led you into the venue.

The party was fit for Los Angeles. The garish decorations were shiny metallic and smartly dressed waiters milled around with flutes of champagne. The other patrons were dressed just as well as the two of you and as they laughed, more champagne was poured and more money was spent. You weren’t even sure what charity they were supporting at the event.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to pick up on any agents, but Hotch had said nobody was going to be on the floor except for the two of you. Hill was too smart and would pick them out in a heartbeat.

You and Spencer walked around the room, keeping close to one another. As a waiter passed by, you grabbed a flute off the tray and drank half in one go. The liquid courage did nothing to satiate the nerves that bubbled in your stomach. As you finished your drink, you looked for another, but Spencer had stepped in front of you, giving you a concerned look.

“What?” you asked, keeping your face pleasant in case the unsub or others were watching.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “I know you aren’t thrilled to be with me tonight, but I can also tell that something else is bothering you.”

“Very perceptive,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “Look, I can’t talk to you about this right now.” He sighed and then took your hand. To anyone else, it would just look like a husband holding his wife’s hand, but you knew he was feeling for your pulse point. Something he always did when he wanted you to tell him the truth. It was both charming and infuriating.

“Is this about Robbie?” Spencer asked and your hand froze in his grip. He nodded to himself as he realized he had finally guessed right. “He never deserved you.” You took your hand back and tried to walk away. However, Spencer had another idea. Gently taking your wrist, Reid pulled you to the dance floor, spinning you into his arms.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you played along, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other in his right hand. The two of you swayed back and forth in silence for a moment before he finally spoke again. “You look so beautiful,” he said softly.

“Spencer,” you sighed, dropping your gaze to the buttons on his shirt, “please don’t.”

“Why?” he asked.

“You know why,” you said, your eyes meeting his. He looked down at you as if you were the only person in the room and it took you back to the first time you had danced with him.

It was at an event the Academy hosted for the new recruits. The two of you had just met during orientation and he had been bold enough to ask you to dance when he noticed you sitting by yourself at a lone table. Both of you had been very awkward on your feet, but you had managed to get a rhythm going and among all the laughter and stepping on toes, it had been the first step in developing feelings for the man before you.

“I noticed the color of your dress as soon as you walked into the lobby,” Spencer said, his fingers curling tighter around your own. “I always did love you in purple.” Ducking your head, you rested your forehead against his chest, just trying not to think about his hand on your waist or the fact that he was wearing the same cologne he always did. The one that smelled like wood and parchment. Reid pulled you in closer, his hand moving to the small of your back.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered.

“I don’t want you to think about him,” Reid said, turning you both in a slow circle, “because I can’t do it anymore.” Pulling back, you looked up at him with curious eyes.

“Do what?” you asked.

“All those months when you were with him… seeing you smile when you and Garcia spoke about him or when he would drop flowers off for you at the office,” Spencer sighed. “I couldn’t handle it, (Y/N).” Hearing that confession slip from his lips made you stumble in your heels. He kept his hands tight on you, keeping you steady. Just as he always had. “I never stopped loving you,” he whispered.

Your eyes fell closed at his words and every emotion you had tried to shove down since the day the two of you had parted ways came surging back into the forefront of your mind. Spencer Reid was looking at you as if you hung the moon and while he would probably say something along the lines of ‘that’s impossible, a human wouldn’t be able to hang the moon’, that was what you saw in his eyes.

“Don’t you remember?” he continued.

“Spencer…” you said, but he couldn’t stop.

“My mom, (Y/N),” he said. “Don’t you remember how much she loves you? You were one of the only people who could keep her calm and she loved to tell you stories about the things she’s learned over the years. I remember everything about our time together.”

“You have an eidetic memory,” you reminded him.

“That’s not the reason I remember,” he said, placing his hand under your chin. You couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes at his words. At that moment, the mission was forgotten and everything was moving in slow motion. “Tell me, (Y/N),” he said, “tell me that you don’t love me, Tell me and I’ll stop.”

“I can’t do that,” you whispered. A small gasp escaped him at your confession and it was as if his entire body relaxed at your words. Spencer leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, drinking you in. The orchestra in the background played a score fit for the moment and if you weren’t supposed to be on duty, you would have stayed in that moment forever. Spencer pulled back and glanced down at your lips, but before either of you could move in closer, you spotted a man watching the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked.

“Hill,” you whispered, plastering a fake smile on your face as you looked up at your fake husband. “He’s dressed as a caterer. The long scar on his cheek is just as the partner said. Looks like Morgan’s interrogation techniques are getting better.” Spencer took you and spun you around so he could get a visual, glancing briefly before grinning down at you. He then lifted your left hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Shall we go somewhere more private, Mrs. Kelling?” he asked and you nodded, taking him by the hand and dragging him towards the service hall. Everything in you was fighting to stay focused as you slipped back into your FBI persona. With Spencer’s confession, work was the last thing you wanted to do, but this man had killed enough people and the two of you were the last chance to take him down.

You and Reid pushed into the hallway, giggling like drunk teenagers.

You stumbled on your dress and he held you up, pulling on his bow tie. It didn’t take long for the killer to follow. You and Spencer were pressed against a wall, Reid’s hands going into your hair. He smiled down at you and slinked away as if you were playing a game. When he went to follow you, that’s when you were grabbed from behind.

“Move and she dies,” Hill said, waving his gun around. Spencer raised his hands in mock surrender and then he looked at you. “On your knees!” Hill yelled, but Spencer didn’t move. With a quick nod to you, you slammed your stiletto into the top of his foot. A shot rang out as the bullet pierced the ceiling, but you both moved faster. Spencer grabbed hold of the unsub as you took the gun from his grasp. Reid spun Hill around and slammed him into the floor.

“FBI,” Spencer said, “Daniel Hill, you are under arrest for the murders of Caitlin and Adam Dever, Brooke and Ryan Wood, Joanne and James Black, and Greta and Lewis Joy…” as Spencer continued to read him his rights, you disabled the gun and let out a deep breath. From your right, Hotch and Prentiss came running down the hall, their guns were drawn. JJ and Morgan weren’t far behind.

As Spencer got Hill to his feet, you turned and walked away. There was too much going on inside your mind and you had to get air. Walking past, Morgan, you placed the confiscated gun into his hands as you continued to move past your team. You could hear Reid calling out to you, but you couldn’t stop moving. You just needed to think.

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Once everything had calmed down, you all went back to your respective hotel rooms.

As soon as your door closed behind you, your heels were off and you headed right for the balcony. Garcia had texted you earlier and told you Hill would be processed and that Rossi and Emily had gotten a full confession out of him and his partner. That was enough for you to relax a little bit further, but there was still the issue of what happened before.

Then, as if the universe was listening there was a knock on your door. Pulling the sliding door behind you, you went to your door. You didn’t need to look through the peephole to know who it was. Unlocking the chain, you pulled open the door and were met with Spencer. He was still wearing his disheveled tuxedo, but his hair was no longer neat. It was how he always wore, the way you loved it. In his hand was a single yellow lily, your favourite flower.

You stepped aside and invited him in, closing the door quietly behind you. “You just left,” he said as you turned to face him. His long fingers were holding the flower by its stem, twirling it around.

“I just needed time, Spencer.”

“I know,” he said with a soft smile and then offered you the flower. You took it, pressing its petals to your nose. “I know how you think (Y/N), which is why I waited a bit before showing up here.”

“You always did know me best,” you said as you lay the lily on the stand by the door.

“I still like to think I do,” he said, reaching for your hand. You let him take it as you had earlier on the dance floor. He dragged you towards him, placing his hands on your hips gently. “You are so incredible,” he whispered.

“I never cared about him as much as I cared for you, Spencer,” you admitted. “When I broke things off after we graduated from the Academy, I thought I was doing us a favor. I thought it would be too complicated, that we would struggle with the time apart. I was so wrong. I am so sorry that I didn’t believe in us enough to stay.” Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point and Spencer was shaking his head.

“Don’t apologize, (Y/N),” he said. “I understand. I think I always did, but I meant what I said earlier: I never stopped loving you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“And you think I did?” you asked. “God, Spencer, I love you so much and I should have told you the moment I walked into the BAU.” Spencer’s face split into a grin and he didn’t even hesitate to pull you into him. His lips met yours and your hands wound into his unruly hair. Light burst behind your eyes as the two of you finally said hello once again. Spencer Reid was the one for you and you would never doubt that ever again.

“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”― Paulo Coelho