#emily prentis x reader

[midnghtprentiss]

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pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

i'm thinking about making this idea a series. what you guys think?

You meet Emily for the first time because of Hotch. She drove him and Jack to your office in the middle of the night 'cause the poor child had a bad fever. She wasn't expecting to find you. Pink scrub with flowers and bees all over it, white shoes and a funny tiara in your hair. 

"Dr. Y/L/N. This is my coworker Emily, she drove us here." You nod, taking a quick glance at her. 

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Shall we go Jack?" 

That was the first time she was hypnotized by a woman like you. How you treated Hotch and especially Jack. She wouldn't mind spending hours watching you work. 

The second time she saw you was during a case. They were rescuing abused children and the pediatrician the BAU chose was you. Reid, Morgan and Emily stayed at the clinic while you did your best to save those children.

"Excuse me. My team stabilized four of the seven children, they're severely dehydrated and malnourished. With the right work and care everything will be alright." You lead them to the rooms. "If you're going to make them talk, be gentle and calm. No loud voices and movements. Remember, these children just experienced a lifetime trauma. If you need me I'll be in the other room."

"Yes ma'am." Emily answered quickly and received a smirk from Morgan. 

"Ask her out, Prentiss, don't be so shy." 

"That's inappropriate Derek, we are working." 

She asked you out after the case was over. She stopped by at your work to thank you for your help and asked if you wanted to have a coffee next time you're free.

You learned that Emily was addicted to coffee, that she loves fudge brownies and most of her clothes have cat hair. You were so entertained by the way she rambled and how her brown eyes sparkled when she got excited.  She laughed at your 'no sex on the first date' — you failed so bad. When both of you noticed you were breathing heavily in Emily's car. 

"I don't know why that's funny. This rule used to work every time." You gave her a look.

"I'm just too hot for this waiting thing and you weren't even complaining thirty minutes ago!"

The months were passing and you two got very involved. Phone calls when she's away, dinner at her or your place, waking up tangled in the sheets. The schedules work just fine, the cases were longer like your shifts. There wasn't pressure on labeling the relationship that was building, but was serious. This woman had you wrapped around her finger.

Long phone calls or voicemails when she's at her hotel room.

"Hey, I can't even imagine how rough the shift is today. The case is evolving to the right direction, we got different clues today and are close to catching the unsub. I saw a bookstore next to the precinct with the book you told me about, so I bought it to discuss with you on the next date. Reid said the book is fantastic and he told me a lot of curiosities about the author, can't wait to tell you everything. Anyway, call me when you can. I miss you." 

She surprises you with your favorite food when she picks you up at work. You commented that you wanted to eat sushi and the next day she showed up with sushi just for you. Or when you slept at hers she makes your favorite breakfast (with Rossi on the phone just to make sure she's not giving you food poisoning).

Emily is a morning person, you're not. Waking up with this woman looking like a golden retriever, walking around, rambling and trying to make you wake up. 

"You know Ems, if you're doing this to get into my panties you are not getting. Let me sleep." 

"It's a beautiful day, sugar. Let 's go!" She comes closer, stroking your messy hair.

"I hate you so much." You looked at her with the most evil smirk ever. 

When she started to think about the idea of marriage, kids and white picket fence she almost had a stroke. She changed her whole life plan since she met you. The idea of a love that is so light and free wasn't even a real thing in her head. The greatest part of her day was talking to you, thinking of you. You were the reason she was more caucareful at the field, she was being more open about her feelings to her closest friends. 

Girls night!!!!!!! Penelope and you bond right away. She was so excited to see the girl that was making Emily look like a love pudding.

"You are so made for each other, look at that! The way she looks at you!" 

"Penny, calm down!" You drunkenly laugh at her and pass your arm around your girlfriend.

"I think we should get shots for this moment. Y/N help me!" You give Emily a kiss on the cheek and follow Penelope. 

"How do you feel?" J.J asked Emily that answer with the brightest smile.

"I am in love with that woman and it hurts that she has no idea of how much it is." 

"She feels the same way, the lovesick gave. I'm happy you found your half." 

"I bought a ring." Dead silence between them. 

"What? Oh my God!" 

"Keep this down, ok? I'm waiting for the right moment and right now it's not. Hotch went with me and yeah, that's it." 

You slowly moved with Emily and started to have a life together. You share bills, you do chores together, buy things together. Even adopted another cat. Life was amazing, couldn't be better. Until the day she proposed.

[happierhere]

Under her skin: chapter 5

And yes, it’s clear that Larissa Weems is getting under skin / on her nerves.  Also we learn more about the hobbies of the Nevermore Faculty *and* Sergio. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44155531/chapters/113979229 

Emily smiles back, knowing full well Larissa has not offered her first name at any opportunity, very much preferring things to stay professional between the two of them. Of course, with all these witnesses she had no other choice but to offer, and Emily was going to take this gift with both hands.

[writersblockedx]

Nothing but his Wife

Pairing - Emily Prentis x Fem!Reader Summary - When Y/n comes face to face with her college best friend, she begins to admit that maybe they weren't just best friends after all. Inspired by 'Good Luck, Babe' by Chappell Roan <3 Warnings - Reader coming out? Words - 1.1K A/n - I can't believe that this is my first time writing for Emily but I thought about this idea and had to write a little oneshot.

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There had always been something between the two of them. Something which, for years, had been left unsaid. Emily Prentiss had always just been Y/n's best friend...at least that was what she told everyone. The girl chose to keep their midnight kisses and care for one another (that went way past just friends) to herself. The two went separate ways after college, barely speaking a goodbye and they were both under the impression they would take such secrets to their grave.

And then the BAU just so happened to be investigating a case of which Y/n was reporting on.

Y/n had no idea what Emily had done after college, where life had taken her, but she shouldn't have been surprised by her success. Emily had always been focused, driven. She knew what she wanted and she made sure she got it. 

The girl wandered through the police station in need of a statement. And just as she was at the reception, Emily noticed her. "Excuse me," She muttered to her team which were in the middle of discussing victimology.

Y/n hadn't changed all that much. Even after all these years, she still smiled the same way and had that glint in her eye that got her any news scoop she wanted. But even before Emily chose to speak, she took note of the one thing which had changed: her shiny new wedding ring. "Y/n?" She called her name like it wasn't real. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n gazed up, "Emily." She stated, almost like she had become a weight on her shoulders. "I'm working, what are you doing here?"

"Working."

The girl glanced passed her to where the team of FBI agents were seated, "Of course, I heard the BAU were here." She looked back to Emily, and glanced her up and down, "You want to give me a statement?" She pushed.

Emily completely bypassed her request, "I see you and him finally tied the knot." There was a sour look written on her expression - one of which she hadn't bothered to hide. "How long did it take you to say yes? Hm?" Sure, Emily couldn't be so certain, but she had her doubts about Y/n and her college boyfriend. The main one being the fact that Y/n herself had always said she never felt truly in love with him. Yet, somehow, she had married him.

The girl's head tilted in response, "Is that your statement?"

Before Emily could stop herself, she reached a hand out, letting it brush against the soft skin of the girl she was facing, "Y/n, I know you, alright? If he's still saying them things-"

Y/n snatched her hand away, "Don't- Don't profile me, Em." She huffed through a stern glance. "You don't know the last ten years of my life so don't act like you do."

"Then tell me." She urged.

But Y/n had simply rolled her eyes, "You've got work to do, so have I." And with that, she turned her back on Emily.

In the rushed thoughts, the worry that this may be the last time they bumped into one another, Emily's voice spoke out to her, "Don't say I didn't tell you so."

Y/n stopped. She thought about the girl's words. She thought about turning and responding that she didn't know what she was talking about. But, instead, Y/n kept walking until her figure slipped away from view.

A day passed and the BAU were able to close the case and Y/n had her story. Everything should have gone back to normal. Y/n should have returned home to her husband and Emily should have gotten into the car with her co-workers back to the BAU. Instead, the two found themselves in the same city, in the same place, wondering why they had stayed.

Two vodka sodas down and Y/n couldn't help herself. The girl pulled out her phone, scrolling far down in her contacts till she found Emily's name. She sent something as simple as her location. And then she bought herself her third vodka soda and swore to herself, if Emily didn't show before she finished her drink, this would be her last one.

But, of course, 20 minutes later, the door to the bar swung open. Y/n didn't dare look. Not until the bar stool next to her became occupied. "A whisky and coke please, single." Emily ordered before she dared to even glance over at the girl.

"You came," Y/n observed.

Emily shrugged as the bartender returned with her drink, "I assumed you wanted me to." She took a sip of her drink before raising a brow at the girl.

She swallowed the nerves which had been growing in her throat since she laid eyes on the girl the day before, "I keep thinking about what you said, when you asked how long it had taken me to say yes to his proposal." When Y/n's husband got down on one knee, she refused at first. She wasn't certain. She never was with him. But Emily...well it was her very certainty about the girl that scared her. "How did you know?"

"Like I said, I know you." She repeated herself, "When we were in college and when he finally asked you out, you were the same. You were never sure you wanted to be with him. Even when you were in that relationship, you were debating all the time if you wanted to leave him." The girl went on to explain. "I didn't blame you, alright? If I'm being honest, he was dick, you knew that. So why marry him?"

It was the same question she had been asking herself from the very moment he proposed till the morning of her wedding day. "I suppose- It was easier than admitting to myself what I really wanted." Her pupils fluttered up to Emily, a flicker of the person she used to be coming through.

"And do you know what you want now?"

The answer was easy when Emily was right in front of her, "I didn't understand the feelings when we were in college but, I know that with him I- well, I don't feel anything." She confessed. "But seeing you now, seeing you after all these years, I've never felt so certain about someone."

Emily reached her hand out, letting it wrap around hers. "Whenever you decide to leave him, I'll be waiting." She promised. "I've always been waiting."

And in that moment, Y/n knew what she wanted: Emily.

[lipstickstainedreid]

Tequila shots

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Summary: You and the team go out. Tequila shots are flowing, which leads to a closeness you hadn't expected.

Wordcount: 2787

NSFW, fem!dom!reader, Sub!Spencer, Praisekink

------------------------------------------------------------------------------The team decided that it was a good night to go out, after an especially hard case to celebrate. You were happy to find a nice black top in the back of your car. It’s off the shoulder and accentuates your cleavage nicely without being too much. 

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror of the bar. Sighing you touch up your lipstick and fluff your hair for more volume. 

“Y/n!” you hear Emily knock on the bathroom door. 

“Coming!” You yell back. 

You give yourself one more look before heading back into the bar. 

Everybody is stuffed into a booth in the back. The Rolling Stones playing over the speakers gives the bar a nice vibe. A few small groups are scattered around, a couple of guys playing darts. Overall it’s not as busy as you’d expect.

You sit down next to Emily. “What are we talking ‘bout?” You smile. 

Your eyes scan the table, everybody already has a drink. Morgan slides a beer towards you. You smile gratefully at him. 

Your eyes get stuck on Spencer, he took off his blazer and the tight-fitting dark purple shirt is very visible. You let your eyes wander over his chest, the buttons are slightly pulling on the fabric. Over the past year, he grew out of his lanky frame and into a man with broad shoulders and arms. His sleeves rolled up making his arms look even bigger. God, he looked delicious. 

“Well, Prentiss, JJ and I are convincing everyone else to go to this club a block away,” Morgan spoke.

“The average age here is 50.” Prentis sighed head resting on her hand, with the other she was waving her beer around to point at a group of elderly men. 

Rossi quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

“No offence.” She quickly mumbled. 

Spencer seemed to get nervous at the thought of going to a club. His hand ran through his hair. 

“Come on guys, we want to dance!” JJ exclaimed. Garcia gave in with a little “Whooo,” sending a wink your way. 

A night of dancing would be a good way to get your mind off of all the brutal cases you’ve seen lately. Besides it’s been forever since you had some drunken stupid fun. Who knows, what is the worst thing that could happen with your colleagues?

You take a big swig of beer. “Okay, I’m in!” You laughed. Half of the table burst out in cheers.

Hotch, Rossi and Reid still needed to be convinced. Prentis starts a small chant, tapping her beer on the table. “Clubbing, clubbing, clubbing.” JJ and Garcia join in quickly. 

“Come on Hotch, scared you can’t keep up anymore.” Morgan taunts. 

Hotch glances at the man next to him about to answer, when Rossi intervenes. “Come on Hotch let’s show these kids how it’s done.” 

More cheers erupt from the table. 

Reid is fidgeting with his hands looking up at you worried. you smile at him reassuringly and mouth “You’ll be okay.” He nods and gives you a small smile. His eyes were still a bit worried. 

The team finishes their beers and gets ready to walk to the club. 

Standing at the coat check you can already feel the bass coming from down the hall. You start feeling a little giddy, excitement filling your chest. “Y/n! you ready?” Penelope grabs your hand to pull you down the hallway. 

The music hits you like a wall. There are speakers all around the room blasting what the DJ is playing. Different coloured lights are flashing everywhere. Reid comes up next to you, anxiety visible in his shoulders and jaw. You reach over and give his hand a small squeeze. He smiles at you and lets out a breath before walking in with you. 

Prentis comes up to your group and waves everybody over. Derek is standing at the bar guarding a row of shots with his life. Everybody piles around the shots. You lick your hand and pour some salt over it. Getting ready holding the glass and lime. 

“One, two, three, shot!” Morgan yells.

The tequila burns a little going down and you grimace at the taste. The lime helps a bit. You lock eyes with Reid who seemed to have a worse experience than you. Before you can talk to him the girls pull you back on the dancefloor.

In the bathroom, you look at your phone”, the text is starting to become blurry. 2:00 AM. Your mother's voice echoes in your head “Nothing good happens after 2:00 AM.” You shake your head and look in the mirror. Why do you always feel more drunk in the bathroom than out on the dancefloor? You reapply your lipstick and tousle your hair around a little bit. You stumble a little to the door before heading back out. 

Walking past the bar you see Derek and Spencer standing around a group of girls. A small pang of jealousy hits your chest. Reid runs a hand through his hair and smiles at one of the girls. God, why did he have to look so hot today? All those girls are probably throwing themselves at him. It’s, not like he’s yours or anything but still, that doesn’t mean you have to like these girls flirting with him. Surely if you were sober this wouldn’t bother you as much. Right now your head is dizzy with alcohol, and you can’t think straight. 

As you march over there Morgan calls out “Y/n come do a shot with us!” Spencer's hair was starting to stick to his forehead from the heat and he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. You could see the blonde girl beside him whisper something in his ear. Her hand very clearly touching his arm. Could she be even more obvious? 

Reid his cheeks were turning red by the second as he gulped. 

“Okay, it’s Reid's turn,” Morgan calls out, and all the girls cheer. Confusion is written all over your face, Derek smirks at you. 

Spencer looks even more uncomfortable wiping his hands on his trousers. 

“Okay pretty boy, it’s salt, shot, lime remember?” Reid nods, nervously looking around. 

Derek comes closer to your ear, so you can hear him over the music. “Can you help boy genius out?” 

“Sure, what do I need to do?” you answer.

“Stand there and look pretty we’ll do the rest.” 

Sounds ominous but you’re sure Derek would never do anything you’re uncomfortable with. 

He walks back to get some stuff from the bar and comes to stand behind you. 

“Don’t be scared pretty girl.” 

You feel something cold on your neck going down parallel to your collarbone. You turn your head to see salt getting poured over the same line. Derek stands in front of you now and hands you the lime. “Hold this in your mouth.” 

You do as he says. Surely this is not the most professional thing you could do but you can’t see anyone else from the BAU around. 

Spencer gets pulled by Derek to stand behind you. The blonde girl glares at you, obviously jealous of the position you’re in. 

You can feel the heat radiate from the man behind you. He’s holding the shot glass in one hand. 

Derek yells from the group of girls “One, two, three, shot!”

Spencer's big hand holds your arm as he moves even closer. You feel him completely pressed behind you as he dips his head down. His tongue moving across the strip of salt. 

Tingles shoot up and down your spine. Just as fast as his mouth leaves your neck he turns you around. He takes the shot and puts the glass down. Both of his hands hold your face. He pulls you close to take the lime from between your lips. 

Your breath stops. You’ve never been this close to the man in front of you. Your mind is consumed by the thought of this man. All you can think about is closing the gap between your lips. You lock eyes as he moves away. The confidence in his actions seems to fade away as he steps away from your body. 

“Okay, Y/n now it’s your turn!” Morgan exclaims from behind you. His words slowly bring you back to where you are. “Pretty boy, you want to return the favour?” he taunts. 

Spencer mumbles something which gets taken as a yes. The blonde girl drags the lime over the space on his chest now visible with the part of the shirt that’s unbuttoned. She shakes the shaker to pour salt over his chest. She gives him a wink before walking away. Reid takes the lime from Morgan, who hands you the shot after.

Something about this girl so obnoxiously flirting with Spencer is setting something off in you. Maybe you had some unresolved feelings about this man. You knew you were attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? This was a jealousy deeper than that. 

You were aware these girls wanted to go home with Spencer tonight. Something switched in your mind. Fuck it let’s give them a show.

You approach the taller man, who’s staring nervously at you. With your free hand, you move the shirt out of the way and you lick a long strip over his chest, not breaking the eye contact. Spencer's eyes darken as he looks down at you. You take the shot and use both hands to pull Spencer down by his shirt. You’re filled with longing as you hold him there. Taking the lime from his lips, you feel his breath hitch in the closeness shared for a split second. 

“Let’s go,” you growl in his ear. Reids's hand grabs yours as he pulls away. He manoeuvres you across the dancefloor filled with partygoers. When he finds an empty bathroom he pulls you inside and closes the door. 

You push him against the door and with your other hand you lock it. Your lips connect in a passionate kiss. Fireworks go off in your chest as you’re mind is buzzing with alcohol and lust. Your lips move against his with hunger. His hands try to touch you anywhere he can. They move from your hips to your waist to pull you closer to him to your face. Your hands are unbuttoning his shirt. When his shirt is open you push it from his shoulders and let it fall on the bathroom floor. You break the kiss and a soft whine escapes the taller man. You let your eyes travel over Spencer. His blonde hair all tousled, cheeks red and lips flushed, his eyes stay focussed on yours. 

“Such a pretty boy” you whisper against his ear as you leave wet kisses down his neck. He lets out a quiet breath from the feeling. You smile against his neck and suck harder leaving maroon and purple bruises all over his collarbone. 

His knees almost buckle from the feeling. Your hands move down from his chest to his thighs. You softly brush against his groin feeling how hard he already is. 

“Are you so needy already?” You coo. 

Spencer nods feverishly “Please let me make you feel good.” He begs. 

“Not yet baby,” your hands move to his belt slowly undoing it. “There is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” You quickly pull his pants and boxers down.

He gasps at the feeling of the cold air on his dick. A drop of precum already collecting at the tip. You smile as you slowly move your hand around his shaft. You go teasingly slow at first looking up at the man in front of you. 

Spencer is leaning his head against the door, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed together. 

You start licking at the tip, then moving from the base down his shaft. Spencer lets out a moan at the feeling. You take the tip in your mouth as his hand buries in your hair. 

You start bobbing up and down his dick, your cheeks hollow. Enjoying the pretty sounds he’s making. Your hands grab his thighs. You notice Spencer is starting to move with your head trying to go deeper down your throat. He feels heavy on your tongue. 

“Please Y/n,” he whimpers “Please let me cum.”

You move away from him. “Not so fast baby. Slowly standing up you keep one hand on his length, moving it teasingly slow. You feel him trying to gain some more friction by moving his hips. You loved having this incredible man so desperate for you. 

“You’re being so good for me baby.”

Spencer moans at the praise. 

“You want to fuck me, make me feel good?” 

He nods his hands again trying to pull you closer. 

“Please miss.”

You bring him towards the sink as you jump up on the counter. Pulling on his blonde locks you lock lips again. His tongue brushes against your lips, you let him in. Your tongues circle each other. Spencer's hands move to the bottom of your shirt. 

“Can I take it off?” He murmurs against your lips. You nod in response. 

He quickly moves his head away to remove the top and throws it down on the ground. He stares at you for a moment. His lips connect to your chest as his hands find their way to the clasps of your bra. 

You moan at the feeling of his lips all over you. He slides the bands of your bra down your arms as it joins the pile on the floor. 

His kisses move to your right nipple, and his hand finds your left boob. He kisses and sucks on it while his hand massages the other. His teeth softly pull on it. 

“You make me feel so good baby, suck a good boy.” 

He whimpers against your chest. His hands move your skirt up to your hips as his mouth continues making its way down.  You gasp at the cold counter against your bare ass.

He hooks his fingers around your panties and moves them down your legs. They get tossed aside without looking. Spencer's mouth latches to your thigh. Wet kisses up and down your thighs. 

You feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second as your breathing becomes more heavy. 

After what feels like ages his lips find their way around your clit. His tongue moves circles around it gently applying pressure. Your hands are buried in his hair.

“Fuck Spence,” you moan. 

his tongue licks around your entrance as he continues to suck on your clit. 

Softly you feel one finger nearing your entrance. He moves it in and out of you with ease. Fuck he has long fingers. 

A second one joins. 

“Fuck baby,” He curls his fingers to hit your g-spot “you feel so good.” Your moans come out broken from the pleasure.

He continues eating you out as if his life depended on it. 

A familiar tightness forms and your legs start shaking.

“Don’t stop Spence, I’m so close.” This only seems to make him more enthusiastic. His tongue still circling your clit. His long fingers fucking you. You can’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum Spence.” You warn him. 

Your sweet release covers his face as you moan his name. 

The man comes up from between your legs with a hazy smile. You brush his hair out of his face. 

“You did so good sweetheart.”

You give him a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Something that sends a wave of endorphins through you. 

Your hand moves down to his shaft again, still standing ready. With your other hand on his shoulder, you pull him closer to you. You give him a few pumps before lining him up with your entrance.

He moves into you. You both moan at the feeling as he slowly bottoms out. 

“Fuck you’re so big baby, you make me feel so good.” 

He whimpers “Thank you miss.”

Spencer starts thrusting slowly first, moaning at the feeling of you surrounding him.

“Faster baby.” At these words, he starts fucking you faster. 

You press your nails into his shoulders. Whispering encouragements and praise into his ear. 

His hips snapping into you faster and faster. 

You feel your walls fluttering around him, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach. Spencer starts moving faster and deeper. You can tell he’s getting close.

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for Spencer and you to fall over the edge. His hips stutter as he lets out loud moans. He lets his head hang against yours as he fills you up. 

You kiss his head.

“Such a good boy.”

[celiawrites14]

Revelation S.R.

Summary: based on the Criminal Minds episode Revelation (2x15)

Y/N Hotcher (Little Hotch) x eventual Spencer Reid

Warnings: angst, Spencer being tortured, Tobias Henkel, usual Criminal Minds stuff?, swearing, reader/I being really angry at the world because she loves Spencer but won't admit it, friends to lovers, emotions, idk if I am missing anything

LONG AF AND NOT PROOFED

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“Where’s Spencer?” I asked, looking around the farm. “And JJ?”

“I don’t know, come check out the barn with me and Prentiss.” Morgan told me. We made our way to the barn and when we opened it, JJ pointed her gun at us, eyes wild.

There was a lot of commotion with trying to get JJ to lower her gun. I noticed the dead dogs. Jezebel. Oh God.

“Tobias Henkel is the unsub.” JJ told us once she realized it was us.

“We know,” I said gently.

“We just thought he was a witness. I had to kill them.” She said referring to the dogs. I glanced at the dead animals again and rubbed my temples. “There’s nothing left.”

“JJ, where’s Spencer?” I asked her but she didn’t answer me.

“JJ, look at me,” Prentiss prompted. JJ focused on her. “Where’s Reid?”

“Oh, uh, we split up. He went around back.”

I ran back outside to tell Dad and Gideon that we found JJ but not Spencer.

"Dad,” I called, running up to him. “Dad, JJ was in the barn, but Spencer’s not.”

“We searched the rest of the property and the house and he’s not there either. Neither is Henkel.”

“So,” I gulped, looking at my dad. “So where’s Spencer?”

“I don’t know. But we will find him.” Dad promised me.

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I was standing with JJ and Emily by the ambulance while they checked JJ out.

“Hey, any sign of him?” Prentiss asked Morgan and he shook his head.

"You can't find Reid?" JJ asked, confused.

"Not yet," Prentiss told her.

"Prentis, Little Hotch." Derek pulled us away from JJ. "I think Reid followed him into the cornfield, it looks likes somebody got dragged." I rubbed my temple, trying to push away the stress migraine that was impounding.

"Hey, what's going on?" Prentiss asked the officer who just got off the phone.

"The sheriff two towns over. He just gave directions to a man who fit Henkel's description. It's to a motor lodge in Fort Bend."

"Let's get Hotch and Gideon." Morgan said and I went back to JJ.

After hours of not finding Spencer, morning came which brought Penelope too.

"You know they do have hotels in Georgia." She told me and Aaron.

"There's no sense splitting time between here and a field office." He told her, ushering her into the house.

"Right." She agreed warily, looking around the property.

"Think of the house as a witness," He explained to her. "If it could talk, what would it tell us?"

"My guess is it would tell us to get the hell out." She responded.

We made our wait into the main living room and JJ greeted Penelope with, "Welcome to our nightmare."

"His computer is an extension of his brain," Gideon told her. "I need you to dissect it."

"I'll get you set up, come on." Derek told her, taking her to where the computers were at.

"I'll come with," I mumbled, walking past my dad and everybody else, to go with Penelope and Morgan.

The rest of our team filled Dad in on everything, but there was no evidence pointing where Spencer and the unsub could be.

"Okay, right out the gate, the guy is self taught." Penelope told us. "His mainframe is totally idiosyncratic, but it's pretty brilliant."

"Talk to me about what this son of a bitch watches online. What the hell is all of this?" Morgan told her, trying his best to figure out the computers and how we could use it to help us know Henkel better.

"It's tame stuff, video games, software sports. Seriously, if I had to guess whose system this belongs to, I would say a crazy smart high school kid."

"Well clearly it's not Penelope. Can you please find us something that will help us find Spencer?" I snapped before walking out the room and back outside.

I hated this. How could Spencer have gotten so far away so fast? Where the hell was he being held? Please God, I begged, please bring him back to me. Please. I hadn't prayed in years, especially with my mom and dad fighting, but I knew we had a slim chance at getting Spencer back, and God was probably the only person to bring him to me.

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"Hey guys!" Morgan called to us, I looked up at him from where I was sitting with Gideon on the steps. "I think I got something."

I ran over to where he was and he found a cellar.

I pulled out my gun as Morgan opened the door. "Tobias Henkel, FBI!" Dad and I followed him inside. We got our flashlights out and searched the ice cellar. "Tobias Henkel! Tobias!"

Dad moved closer to the unmoving body. "I think we just found Henkel's father." Well, shit.

We made our way out of the cellar and let CSI do their thing while we went back into the house.

"You need to get some sleep." Gideon told me and I rolled my eyes. "Sometimes it felt like I had two dads between Hotch and Gideon.

"I'm fine."

"When was the last time you slept?" JJ asked me.

"When was the last time for you?" I snapped back, my anger seeping through. I wanted to find Spencer. I wanted him back.

"Y/N, you need to get some sleep." Dad told me and I stomped my foot.

"Is that an order?" I demanded, looking my dad square in the face.

"Yeah, it is." He shot back and I threw my gun on the table, making JJ jump at the noise. I went into the living room and grabbed my blanket and my dad's pillow from the corner and laid on the floor to take a nap. There was no way in hell I was sleeping on any of the furniture here. After a few minutes, I felt JJ come sit by me, resting her back against the couch.

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

"I'm sorry too." I muttered back.

"I'm so stressed out that I can't sleep." She admitted after a few minutes.

"I can't either. I just want to find him." I relented.

"I saw you guys, at the club. You danced."

"Liquid courage fixes a lot of the world's problems. Sometimes."

"You guys would be cute together."

"You must be sleep deprived."

"I know what I saw at the club. You both like each other, you're practically dating anyways, why not just make it official?" And with that thought running through my brain, I fell asleep.

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"Morgan just told me that he thinks the stressor is the father's death, which happened about six months ago." Dad told me and Gideon as we sifted through the papers.

"So basically he has split personality disorder?" I banged my head on the table.

"This journal is filled with religious ramblings." Morgan told us, coming into the room with the journal. "He notates hour by hour. November 15th, 3:17 - if ye offer a sacrifice of peace offering unto the Lord, ye shall offer it at your own will. And it goes on and on. 5:04, 7:41, 10:22, 1:42. But then it goes blank for days."

Morgan handed me the journal and I looked at it, getting a sense of who Henkel was. Dad put a hand on his head, thinking. "Maybe he got sick of writin'," The sheriff suggested.

"I think I got it," Dad said, and I looked at him hopefully.

"What is it?" Gideon asked him.

"Yeah, Dad, what did you figure out?"

"Journal entry - December 6th - father sick, wants me to put him down. I say, "Thou shalt not kill," He says, "Honor thy father." Must pray for guidance." Oh. So he killed his dad...

Before I could finish my thought, Gideon interrupted. "So he kills his father as an act of mercy?"

"Some sick sort of mercy." I muttered, flipping through the journal in my hand before giving it back to Morgan.

"This is two months ago. Tobias Henkel's father had been dead for four months already." Dad told us.

"That's exactly it. Look at the floor," Morgan told us, pulling a chair out for us to see. "These scuff marks are fresh." He was right, they were. "I mean it's like two people were moving the chairs constantly, trying to fight for control."

"So?" The sheriff asked.

"This journal matches Charles Henkel's handwriting, but it was written after he died. Upstairs, Tobias' bedroom - it's got junk puled from the floor to the ceiling, but the other bedroom could pass a military inspection." Morgan explained.

"So are you telling me, one of Tobias' personalities was his father?" The sheriff asked, trying to make sense of this situation.

"Well," Gideon put in, "Tobias was raised with a strict religious code - black and white - right and wrong. When his father asked Tobias to kill him, something had to give."

"And his brain couldn't handle the moral contradiction, so it split into two personalities." Dad said.

"To keep his father alive." I finished.

"So... who is Raphael?" The sheriff asked, confused.

"My guess - he's a mediator between the two. Angels have no human emotions. Live or die, they don't care, as long as it's God's will."

"We need to start profiling Tobias' father. He may be the one who chose where to take Reid."

"I'll get Penelope on it." I said, standing up and walking to the computer room.

"Pen, I need you to log into the system as Tobias' father."

"The system was set up three months ago. The dad was already dead."

"She knows that, smarty pants, but do it for your favorites anyway, alright?" Morgan said, coming in behind me.

"Okay," Penelope said, starting to type.

"Charles Henkel." Derek told her.

Tons of horrifying imagines and videos showed up on the screen. I closed my eyes and cracked my neck. This was going to be bad.

"Woah," Penelope said trying to take it all in.

"He's crazy." I mumbled. "Like crazy crazy. I can't imagine having split personalities, let alone, one of them be insane."

After a few minutes of Penelope trying to do her thing, the computers went blank.

"What happened?" Morgan asked her, confused.

She wasn't much help because she was equally confused. "I don't know?"

"What do you mean, you don't know?" I demanded, scared.

All of a sudden on most of the screens, Spencer showed up. He was bound to a chair beaten and bloodied.

"Oh my god." Penelope said, taking the words straight from my mouth.

"Guys! Guys!" Morgan shouted to the team. "Get in here!"

"He's been beaten." Prentiss said, assessing him.

"Can't you track him?" JJ asked, confused. I put a hand over my mouth, trying to remain composed.

"Henkel's only streaming this to his home computer." Penelope told them.

"This is for us, for Y/N, he knows we're here."

"I'm gonna put this guy's head on a stick." Morgan spat, angry.

"Why can't you locate him?" Dad asked Penelope.

"He's rerouting to a different I.P Address every thirty seconds. I can't track him."

"Can you really see inside men's minds?" Tobias asked Spencer. "See these vermin. Choose one to die. I'll let you choose one to live."

"No," I gasped at Spencer'svoice.

"I thought you wanted to be some kind of savior." Tobias said.

"You're a sadist ina psychotic break. You won't stop killing. Your word's not true." Spencer told him, trying to snap him out of the personality he was in. Tobias was either Raphael or his father at the moment.

"The other heathens are watching. That whore of yours, she's watching. Choose a sinner to die, and I'll say the name and address of the person to be saved."

"I won't choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like poacher." Playing into the fantasy. Good job, Spence, I thought.

"Can you really see into my mind, boy?" Tobias demanded lifting Spencer out of the chair. I gasped audibly, grabbing onto Gideon's arm. "Can you see I'm not a liar?" He yelled. "Choose one to die, and save a life. Otherwise, they're all dead."

"Alright," Spencer gave in, not wanting more people than necessary to die. "I'll choose who lives."

"They're all the same." Tobias spat at him.

"Far right screen." Spencer finally said.

"Marilyn David, 4913 Walnut Creed Road." Tobias said.

"You got that?" Dad asked Penelope.

"Yeah." She said, typing her fastest on the computer.

Gideon typed the phone number on a phone and it dialed.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end said.

"Marilyn David. My name is Jason Gideon. I'm with the FBI."

"What?" She said alarmed, Gideon told her to turn her computer off immediately and she did so.

"You're Raphael." Spencer said. Before anything else could happen, the screen went dark. Morgan walked out of the room, angry, and punched the door. I gripped JJ's hand hard, needing the contact to stay grounded.

"So now what? We wait for a 911 call, and hope we get there in time?" The sheriff asked.

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When the next victims were killed, Dad, Gideon and I went to the crime scene.

"Slaughtered, same as the others. We've got roadblocks for a fifteen mile radius. Every unit's on the road, but so far nothing." I pushed the stray hairs out of my face and looked at the crime scene.

"I don't know how much longer Reid can hold out," Dad said quietly, giving in to his fear that Spencer might not make it.

"Who were the victims?" Gideon asked, ignoring Dad.

"Pam and Mike Hayes. He was a local defense attorney."

"And what Bible passage was left?" Gideon asked another question. I went and stood next to him.

"Isaiah 59. No one calls for justice, "no one pleads their case with integrity. They rely on empty arguments, they utter lies they conceive trouble and give birth to evil."

Gideon got close to the camera, "Reid, if you're watching, you're not responsible for this. You understand me? He's perverting God to justify murder. You are strong than him. He cannot break you."

"We're not getting any closer." Dad told us.

"Reid's brilliant. He'll figure out how to survive." Gideon said, trying to reassure us, himself included.

"You know, I always take advantage of Reid for his brain, but I never actually teach him how to deal with things emotionally."

"Lead by example." Gideon responded.

"What kind of example is that?" Dad asked.

"He'll make it."

"He has to." I whispered. "He has to make it." God, I prayed. Bring him back to me. Please just bring him back to me.

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"We can trace their whole family history." Morgan said, looking at the evidence board we made up. "Here we got happy, smiling pictures of Tobias. Report cards all As and Bs, but as an eight year old, we get nothing."

"That's his mother leaving." Prentiss said from her spot next to me. "Six months later, on the other side of the board, we have a form from child services saying they paid a visit."

"Then Charles starts keeping journals about punishing sinners and needing to remove the devil from his son." I added. "Which corresponds to Tobias' drug use. He's trying to escape."

"So wherever Reid is, it was Tobias' choice, not this fathers." Morgan told us.

"How do you figure?" Prentiss asked him.

"Look at these two lives." Morgan pointed out. "They're like inverse graphs. One's getting weaker while the other one's getting angrier. Tobias would run away, his father would have stood and fought."

"Okay, so Tobias uses drugs as an escape. I'll go back through the journals with Y/N and see if we can find anything connecting his drug use to a hiding place."

"Uh, where's Gideon?" JJ asked walking into the room.

"He's upstairs. Why? What's going on?" Morgan asked her. JJ glanced at me before responding.

"Henkel's jut posted the latest murder."

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We all gathered in the computer room to watch. It was horrific. Absolutely horrific. In everyway imaginable.

"I don't understand, why can't we just shut it down?" Gideon asked, pacing, confused by technology.

"Because I can't pinpoint his IPF." Penelope tried to explain.

"Just remove it once he sends it." Jason told her.

"It doesn't work like that." I said. "It's the internet."

"It's the internet, sir. Like Y/N said. Once something's out there, you can never take it back."

"It must remain. You can't undo anything."

"Right, you can't once it's up. Once it's up, it's up forever."

"I hate technology. Can you please do something? Anything? I do not want him thinking he has a pulpit."

"I have a list of everyone from the file-sharing chain. I could send out a mass warning that the video is actually a virus. I'm gonna do that. Okay." Penelope sent it out.

After a few moments, Tobias, as Charles, started streaming live again. "Do you think you can defy me?" Tobias said.

"I don't know what he's talking about." Spencer pleaded with him.

"You're a liar! You're pitiful! Just like my son. This ends now." I gasped when he pulled the gun on Spencer. "Confess your sins. Confess!" He hit Spencer in the face, making me cry out.

"I haven't don anything! Tobias, help me!" Spencer begged. I covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

"He can't help you. He's weak." Tobias, as Charles, said to him.

"Tobias!" Spencer cried.

"Confess your sins!" Tobias, as Charles, demanded again.

"Help!"

"Oh my god. He's killing him." Penelope said. I put the other hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my cries as Spencer started choking and the chair toppled over with him in it. He was dying. Actually dying.

Gideon stormed out and Dad, Prentiss, JJ and Morgan raced in. I hugged Dad tightly as Penelope explained what happened. Dad pulled away and went to get Gideon. I continued to silently cry. God, please, please save him. Let him come back to me. Please. I kept praying it over and over in my head, hoping He was listening.

Tobias came back into the room and started performing CPR on Spencer. Eventually after a few rounds, Spencer started coughing and breathing. I let out a strangled cry before clamping my mouth shut.

"Wait, wait a second." Prentiss said. "When was the last video posted?"

"9:23." Penelope responded.

"And - and what was the time of death?" She asked.

"The 911 call came in at 9:04 and the murder must have been moments later." Dad told her.

"That's only a 19 minute difference!" I said, looking over at JJ who nodded.

"How long would it take to post the mpeg?" Morgan asked Penelope.

"Two or three minutes." Penelope mumbled, guessing.

"Let's call it two." Morgan said.

"You figure a maximum of 60 miles an hour in a residential area." I piped up again. "That means Henkel has to be within a seventeen mile radius of the crime scene."

"Garcia, can we see it on a map?" Dad asked her and she did what he asked and pulled it up on the computer.

"Call Farrady." Gideon said. "I want that area locked down like it's martial law." JJ got up to go call him.

"Guys."

"You came back to life." Tobias said as Raphael.

"Raphael." Spencer said.

"There can only be one of two reasons." He declared.

"I was given CPR." Always with the science.

"There are no accidents. How many members are on your team?" Tobias, as Raphael, asked.

"Excluding me, seven."

"The seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first sounding followed hail and they were thrown down to earth."

"He thinks it's Revelation. The seven archangels versus the seven angels of death." Dad said, understanding the unsub.

"Tell me who you serve." Tobias, as Raphael, demanded. Pulling Spencer up to sitting.

"I serve you." Spencer croaked.

"Then choose one to die." My eyes widened in fear.

"What?" Spencer asked, confused, trying to stall and come up for time.

"Your team members - choose one to die." He repeated himself.

"Kill me." Spencer pleaded. What?

"You said you weren't one of them." He reminded Spencer.

"I lied."

"Your team has seven other members. Tell me who dies!"

"No!" I grabbed Dad's arm in a panic when he pulled a gun on Spencer. Dear God, please save him. Please save him. Please. Please Please.

He rolled the chamber of the gun. "Choose, and prove you'll do God's will."

"No." He clicked the gun. Dad used his free hand to cover his mouth.

"Choose." Tobias, as Raphael, demanded.

"I won't do it." Spencer told him, looking him square in the face. He shot again, but no bullet came out.

"Life is a choice."

"No." The gun clicked again. No bullet.

"Choose."

"I... I choose Aaron Hotchner." There was a moment of relief before Spencer started talking. "He's a classic narcissist. He think's he's better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4. "Let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense. In emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense."

Tobias, as Raphael, took the bullet out of the camber. "For God's will." and put it back in and spun it.

We all walked out into the main room. "I'm not a narcissist." Dad said.

I looked at Gideon and then my dad. "Come on. Look. You can't take anything from that. He's not in his right mind, Hotch."

"Dad, he's trying to live." I pointed out.

"No. Stop. Stop." Dad said. "Alright, everybody right now - what's my worst quality?" Nobody said anything. "Okay, I'll start. I have no sense of humor."

"You're a bully." JJ said, referring to how he treats unsubs.

"I'm a bully," He agreed.

"You can be a drill sergeant sometimes." Morgan said.

"Right." Dad agreed.

"You don't trust women as much as men." Prentiss said.

Dad looked at me to say something but I shook my had. I wasn't going to say anything back about my dad.

"Okay, good." He relented. "I'm all of these things, but none of you said that I ever put myself above the team, because I don't ever."

"You don't, Dad." I agreed with him. Not sure where he was going with this, I indulged him nevertheless.

"I don't. Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism, and he knew that I would remember that. And he also quoted Genesis chapter 23 verse 4." He picked up one of the many Bibles around the house and handed it to me. "Read it."

"I am a stranger and a sojourner with you. Give me property, forbear a place among you that I may burry my dead out of my sight." I read from the Bible.

"He wouldn't get it wrong unless it was on purpose." Dad scoffed, knowing that Spencer tricked Tobias/Charles/Raphael.

"He's in a cemetery." Morgan concluded.

"I don't see a cemetery." Prentiss said, looking a the map on Penelope's screen.

"Call up the first time we saw Reid." Gideon thought aloud. Penelope did what he asked. "I won't choose who gets slaughtered and have you leave their remains behind like a poacher."

"Check to see if there's any poaching in the last couple days." I demanded, pacing back and forth in the back of the room.

"Okay, uh." Penelope typed as fast as she could. "A farmer reported two sheep being slaughtered on his property."

"Where are we talking?" Morgan asked. She pulled it up on the map.

"What's that patch of green there?" JJ asked her.

I moved closer to the computer, wedging myself between Dad and Gideon.

"Marshall Parish. I think that it's an old plantation." Dad said.

"Wait." Prentiss said.

"Tobias wrote in his journals about staying clean and keeping away from the Marshall." My brain rapid fired.

"Guy's there's a cemetery on the grounds." Penelope told us.

We all rushed to the vehicles.

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"Spread out! They have to be on foot! Let's go!"

"Spencer!" I screamed. "Spencer! Spencer!" I screamed when I heard the gun shot. I ran towards the noise, everybody else right with me.

"You alright?" Dad asked Spencer after getting him on his feet. I stared at him blankly. He was here. He was alive. He was here.

"I knew you'd understand." He told Dad, hugging him before moving on to JJ.

"I am so sorry." She told him. I put my hands on my face and tried to remain calm. He was alive. He was alive. Thank you God. Thank you for bringing him back to me. Thank you.

"It's alright. It wasn't your fault."

"Let's get you out of here." Gideon said, reaching for Spencer. Spencer pushed away from him and into my arms. I burst into tears.

"I'm okay, you saved me." He mumbled into my hair. "I'm okay."

I clutched to him, holding onto him tightly. “Please don’t leave me again.” I begged. “Please.” I bagged my hands in his shirt.

“I won’t. I’m okay.” He repeated pulling away after a few minutes.

“Okay, let’s get you to an ambulance.” Gideon said again.

“Please - can I have a minutes alone?” Spencer asked.

“I’m not leaving you again.” I clutched his hand.

“I’ll just be a minute.” He squeezed. “Okay? Just a minute.”

Gideon pulled me away from Spencer, giving him a minute.

When Spencer caught back up to us, I held his hand again.

“Please don’t leave me.” I begged as we got to the ambulance.

“I won’t, I won’t leave you.” He promised me sitting in the back of the bus. I leaned my head on his shoulder, sighing at the nightmare this case was.

Part 2 coming soon!

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Reid gasped as he looked over the case file Derek handed him. You sat down opposite and glared at the paper. 

“Do you recognise the signature?” Emily asked you. You shook your head and looked up as Reid laughed a little.

"A serial killer clown. This has to be the best thing that happened to us because you love serial killers but you hate clowns." Reid said quickly. Everyone looked at you as you slowly looked up from your files.

“Ok for the record I don’t love serial killers any more than any of you. But… yeah I don’t do clowns.” You admitted quietly. 

“Well, Coulrophobia is a pretty common phobia.” Emily said quickly and glanced between you and Reid who was trying not to laugh.

“Is there something we're missing?” Rossi asked. You sighed and glared at Reid who finally gave up and laughed.

“On one of our first cases… I… It was around Halloween and we were chased by a clown.” You admitted quietly. Derek chuckled and leaned in.

“A clown?” He asked.

“He was trying to tell us he’d seen the killer so he chased us all the way back to the car.” Reid said, laughing hard and shaking his head.

“He stopped when I pulled my gun which I may have forgotten in the car. Then he took off his mask and explained why he was chasing us.” You admitted.

“The last time you forget it huh?” Rossi muttered. You nodded and kicked Reid under the table.

“Well… perhaps Reid should go and talk to the clown then.” Hotch said and smiled when Reid looked up and him and frowned. With a satisfied look over the table to him you turned your attention to Garcia.

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Title: What's the point of sleep if its not with you?

WC: 1436

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x gn! reader

Request: " I have a hurt/comfort prompt: "you stayed? Of course I stayed, why wouldn't I? With Emily and either male or gn! reader" -@lcvingprentjss

AN: this is my first time writing for Emily, I hope you like it

Time was running out and she had 11 more blocks to run, Emily couldn’t help but pay attention to the feeling at the pit of her stomach telling her she was too late and Doyle would get away.  She knew that rule number one was to not separate from your partners.  Derek and Y/N ran to the left while she, in a last-minute decision, ran to the right where she came face to face with Doyle. All she could see was pitch black that’s when she saw herself laying on the cold floor, blood running down the street screams from Y/N, and Morgan having to hold them back. Then it all fades to black again. The next thing she sees are hospital lights, she can barely make out what they are saying. Is that Hotch? She tried to scream but nothing comes out. It’s like she’s stuck, not being able to come out of the dark woods she was in. Pitch black again. Then she feels cold, trembling as she tries to get up, holding her abdomen where a phantom pain is present there. She looks around and she’s standing in the middle of a puddle of blood.

Cold. Black. That’s all she can see, that’s all she could feel.

Emily jolted awake, trembling and the feeling of sticky sweat all over her body. It was just a nightmare, another nightmare. Silently reminding herself “I’m okay, I’m alive”

Not wanting to be alone Emily dialed the number of the only person she felt safe with only to hang up immediately remembering she was supposed to be dead. Y/N and the rest of the team - sans Hotch and JJ - couldn’t know she was alive. She cried herself to sleep, she wasn’t one for prayers but that night she prayed she wouldn’t get another nightmare from that fateful night.

The next time she wakes it’s to her phone ringing. Special ringtone set specifically for Hotch who didn’t even let her say hello when he bombarded her with the news “Morgan found Doyle. We need you, Emily. You’ve been cleared”

“W—what? What does this mean” she asked on the verge of tears

“You can come home” she heard Hotch say in a tone of voice that was rare for him, one she knew meant he was smiling.

Emily started packing immediately, excited to see her family again but most of all excited to see and hug them again. Y/N Y/L/N. The person she had silently been pinning for since they joined the team 6 short months after she did.

Emily felt short of breath, shivers running down her back and arms, she noticed her fingers were ice cold and her palms sweaty “calm down, breathe” she kept whispering. Her mind circled around how her friends would react to seeing her, how y/n would react.  She stood outside the briefing room listening in to what Hotch had to say to the team.

“ I would like to preface this by saying Y/L/N,  I know the pain you’ve been through, I know how lonely you’ve felt, and the angriness you have gone through by realizing your feeling for her after she was gone but, I hope you understand that what I am about to say was about saving Emily.” Hotch began saying when Y/n interrupted, “Hotch what are you saying?”

With the deep breath Hotch took while closing his eyes the team knew that what Hotch would say next was not only serious but would indicate a shift in the team’s dynamic.  Something that the team felt like a sense of deja vu all of them noticing that a similar density in the atmosphere was present when Hotch and JJ told them Emily didn’t make it.

“Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her, and she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know. She stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris, where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to, for her security.”

“She’s alive?” Garcia couldn’t help but ask, tears streaming down her cheeks

“She can’t  she can’t be alive we–we” Y/N began saying but emotions were getting to be too much for them, Spencer knew where their train of thought was headed and finished “but we buried her”

Hotch could see the shocked, confused, angry faces of his team  he could see how they were piecing together that JJ had been part of it this whole time

“JJ how- how could you hide this from us?” Y/L/N asked

“Yeah JJ I thought we were friends?” Morgan added

“As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me.” Hotch reminded everyone and soon after gasps were heard across the briefing room.

“Issues? Yeah I have issues” Y/L/N angrily said looking at both Hotch and JJ

“Oh my god! It's you, it really is you” a full-on sobbing Garcia said, running to hug her.

As the team made her way to hug Emily a pang of sadness and emptiness settled at the pit of her stomach noticing Y/N running the other way, running away from her. Suddenly she couldn’t feel the warmth anymore, she was back in that cold darkness from her nightmares.

“y/l/n wait up” JJ was running after them

“Leave me alone JJ”

“Y/N we have to talk about it”

“I get it, you’re disappointed with the way Emily’s situation was handled”

Y/N could feel her bottled up frustrations spilling out

“What I need is some fresh air” y/n said

“You know what i think, You're mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you weren't able to detect our deception.”

And that’s what did it. Y/N burst. Spilling their emotions to JJ once again

“You think it's about my profiling skills? Jennifer,  the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you. For  10 weeks in a row, I cried to you and Penelope over losing a friend,  losing a friend I had just realized I was in love with  and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

“I coudn’t” JJ said in near tears

“I find that hard to believe” Y/N snapped back

“She got back two days ago you know” JJ whispered afraid Y/L/N would go on another outburst.

“That’s great” They mentioned trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“She’s also been having nightmares from that night. She can’t sleep. She wakes up screaming three times a night” This is was peeks their attention.

“You should come over, help her calm down.”

“I’ll think about it” and with that, they leave the BAU bullpen.

That night there was a knock on JJ’s door and after much insistence from both JJ and WIll, Emily opened the door shocked to find Y/N on the other side with their favorite comfort food and a stack of movies ranging from comedies to childhood nostalgia and romantic comedies

“I-uh- Reid once mentioned these genres were the best movies to watch when one was feeling down… at least I think that’s what he said,” Y/N said chucking as they looked to the ground and added, “anyways, i- i heard you were having trouble sleeping and I thought that maybe this could help.”

“Come on in,” Emily said, a sly smile forming on her face. The first real smile she had had in a while.

Emily ended up drifting to sleep somewhere between two movies and as much as Y/N tried to not laugh at the scene on the tv the feeling of a slight chuckle woke Emily up. Noticing she was cuddled up next to Y/L/N and that it was nearly 2:OO am she said surprised “You stayed?

“Of course, I stayed, why wouldn’t I?” they answered, confusion written across their face. “why, why would you stay?”

“Well, Emily, because you can’t turn your back on someone you love, no matter how much I don’t understand, no matter how angry or confused I am. I’ll always stay” and that night was the first time in months Emily fell asleep wrapped around the arms of the person she was in love with.

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Lazy Day

Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Do you mind doing a request for Spencer where the reader is on her period and shes having bad cramps and Spence is just really caring and cuddles her all afternoon and gets her a heating pad and some chocolates and flowers to make her feel better. @theatrenerd101601​

FLUFF

You already knew it was going to be a bad day when you woke up with that feeling. You groaned as you got up to go to the bathroom before Spencer woke up. As soon as you closed the door you sat down on the toilet. Sure enough, you were on your period. Your eyes rolled in annoyance as you reached over into the cabinet to get out your period products. Once you finished getting yourself together, you went into the medicine cabinet and took a couple Advil so you could get ahead of the painful cramps that were about to come. 

You walked out of the bathroom to get a fresh pair of underwear and some cozy sweats. Spencer was starting to wake up now. You quickly got changed and headed into the living room of you and Spencer’s shared apartment. Thankfully it was Saturday, so Spencer didn’t have to leave. You were excited to spend the weekend with him, your period may have ruined any intimacy you two would have shared, you weren’t going to let that stop you from having a relaxing weekend with your boyfriend.

After a while of watching your favorite TV show, Spencer came out of the bedroom dressed to go out. “Hey, where you off to?” You asked, slightly disappointed. He never mentioned that he had somewhere to be today.

He walked over to you and pressed a gentle kiss onto of your forehead. “I just need to run to the store to grab a few things.” He replied.

“Oh, okay.” I sighed. You watched him walk out the door without giving you another word. What could he possibly need at the store, you just went grocery shopping. You decided to not get to bothered by it. Pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, you turned your attention back to the TV.

An hour had passed and Spencer still wasn’t back. The grocery store was barely a block away. What was he doing? You couldn’t completely focus on that right now though, because your killer cramps were starting to kick in. So much for the Advil, You thought. Knowing you shouldn’t take anymore than two within a few hours only made you more annoyed. 

As you tired to find a position that was somewhat comfortable, you heard the lock on the door turn. You turned to look and sure enough, Spencer was walking in with a grocery bag in one hand and a bouquet of Dahlia flowers. 

“Sorry I took so long, they didn’t have some of your favorites at the store down the street so I went across town to find them.” He explained bashfully. 

You smiled, running up to him, and gave him a big hug. “Spence, it’s perfect, but why?” You asked. Of course you were grateful, but what was the reason for all of this?

“I know you’re...” His voice trailed off. “having lady problems.” He finished awkwardly.

A laugh escaped your lips. He’s always so thoughtful. You didn’t deserve him sometimes. “Thank you, Spencer. That was really nice.” You stepped onto the balls of your feet to reach him, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, cupping your face as he did. The two of you shared a long kiss, and it was almost as if you weren’t in pain anymore. Almost. You pulled away as the pain in your abdomen made you wince. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked concerned. You laughed slightly.

“I’m just having really bad cramps today.” Your short explanation was enough to make him understand what he needed to do. He quick put the beautiful flowers into a vase and grabbed the snacks, bringing them into the living room and setting them on the table. He guided you back over to the couch and made sure you were comfortable before going into the bedroom closet and getting your heating pad. He plugged it into the outlet on the wall near the couch and handed it to you, letting you put it where ever you felt it was most comfortable. He plopped down on the couch, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You snuggled close into his warm embrace, grateful to have an amazing, kind boyfriend like Spencer Reid. 

You stayed like this for hours, just the two of you, binge watching your favorite show, snacking on the food Spencer bought, and eating bits of dark chocolate. Spencer rubbed your arm and gave you small, gentle kisses on your temple every so often.

“Spence?” You whispered seeing if he was still awake. He hummed in response. “Thank you for spending the day like this with me.” He smiled and kissed you passionately. You smiled into the kiss and giggled. “I love you.”

He smiled back. “I love you more.” He sounded nervous saying that. He quickly glued his eyes back to the TV show. A pink blush spread across both of your faces. He’s never said that to you before. It was honestly adorable, especially because he seemed so nervous saying it. You weren’t going to one up him, but of course you loved him more. He was your best friend and the love of your life. You couldn’t ask for anyone better.

I hope this was what you were looking for! Let me know if there’s anything you want me to change. Thanks for requesting :)))

[specialagentlokitty]

Emily x reader x Hotch - To late

#59, #94 and #97 from the crime show prompt list, using Criminal Minds. Maybe Emily x reader x Hotch? I couldn't decide. I love this idea but don't know how to play it out. Help? 😁 - @stiffinme 💕

A/N: I don’t know what this is, Hope it’s okay heh

59. “You were missing for over sixteen hours, how the hell do you want me to react?”

94. “Are you still mad at me?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “I was never mad at you.” “What were you?” “Hurt.”

97. “But no one asked me.” “We didn’t think you’d care.” “But you didn’t know.”

Flicking the paper ball across your living room, you grabbed another from the stack before scrunching it up. Your phone was ringing none stop but you didn’t care.

Even as 20 minutes later and someone was knocking at your door. You didn’t care. You heard a lock click and sighed.

“Get out.”

“No, we need to talk.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a damn key...” you grumbled.

Glaring at the two who walked in, you chucked a paper ball at them. Making them duck as they got closer. Emily took a seat on the couch while Hotch sat on the table. Watching as you made more paper balls.

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t, now piss off you dick.”

Hotch rose an eyebrow at your choice of words but didn’t leave. Making you throw paper at his head.

“You’ve not been answering your phone.”

“So what, you’re over reacting.”

“You were missing for over sixteen hours, how the hell do you want me to react?” He snapped.

“Less like you actually care about me.” You shrugged.

“I do care though.”

“Bullshit!” You seethed.

“Stop acting like a child already!” Emily yelled.

Snorting, you shot her a dangerous smirk.

“A child? Says the woman who pretended to be dead. The woman who fucked with my feelings. Everyone got to say how they felt. No one asked me!”

“We didn’t think you’d care.” Hotch sighed, “we thought you didn’t care about Emily.”

“I loved her, but you didn’t know. Of course you didn’t. Emily Prentiss sat on her high horse while me, the new member got over looked.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Emily asked gently, kneeling down.

Locking eyes with her, you shook your head.

“No.”

“Are you sure.”

“I was never mad at you.”

“What were you?”

“Hurt.” You shrugged, “but that’s not important.”

“Of course it is, I never wanted you to feel hurt.”

Emily reaches a hand out but you slapped it away with a growl.

“Don’t touch me.”

Standing up, you glared at them both and pointed to the door.

“Get out.”

“(Y/n-“ “now!”

Neither of them argued, they slowly made their way to the door with you watching with hate in your eyes. Hotch didn’t even look back, but Emily did, her eyes full of sadness and regret.

“I’m sorry...” she whispered as she closed to the door.

Maybe another time you would have forgiven her, but it was too late now. You were don’t being walked over. What would you do now? You’d make their lives a living hell until the day you died

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[alwayschoppedtaco]

hotches daughter ll bau team

Pairing: BAU Team x Hotchner!Reader, mainly Derek Morgan x Hotchner!Reader and Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader

Warning: getting questioned by the fbi? is that something that needs a warning? maybe some cursing.

Summary: Prompt Morgan and Reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

word count: 1.0k

A/n: I just want to say that I don't think this is very accurate of what would actually happen if this were to happen, I have never been in a position were I would learn how this goes so sorry I don't really know how or if this would happen.

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The sound of the television playing the morning time news in your dorm room was drowned out by the cell phone in your hand.

"And guess what Y/N/N?" Your little brother asked through the phone.

"What is it Jack?" You ask, smiling even though you know he can see it.

"I was at scho-" The rest of his sentence is interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Hold on Jackie, I need to see who is at the door, okay? I will call you back soon." You explain, standing up from the couch.

"Okay Y/N! Call when you can so I can tell you what happened at school yesterday!" Jack exclaims. "Love you!"

"I love you too, bud." You laugh, hanging up the phone and walking over to greet the people on the other side of the door.

"Can I help you?" You ask as you open the door to two gentlemen standing outside your door.

"Ms. L/N?" The muscular man asks, using your mothers maiden name.

"Yes?" You answer uncertain as to who exactly these men were.

"I'm agent Derek Morgan with the FBI." He states, both of the men flashing there badges at you. "We need you to come with us."

You almost laugh out loud at this. They can't be serious. You didn't have so much as a parking ticket, what could possibly warrant something like this?

"I'm sorry, but can I ask why you need me to come with you?"

"Ma'am, you are being brought down to the station for a questioning involving the deaths of three women in this area." The agent continued.

At this you actually do give a little snort. They honestly think you are connected to the deaths of three women?

"Okay." You say, slipping on your shoes by the door. "I don't know why you think I had anything to do with this, but I'll come down to the station with you, just let me grab my purse and jacket."

The two agents look at you weirdly as you talk so casually about this. A little while later, the three of you are all on your way down to the local police department.

"So, I guess you know my name, but what's yours again?" You ask casually from the backseat of the car.

"I'm doctor Spencer Reid and this is agent Derek Morgan, we are with the Behavior Analysis Unit." The tall skinny one answers, while the muscular one drives quietly.

"Oh, you guys are with the BAU? That's cool. I actually know someone who works within the BAU." You almost laugh at the irony there, your own dad was most likely the superior to these two agents, and here you were, practically getting arrested by them.

"Oh, who?" Spencer asks, actually sounding really interested.

"Oh, you probably wouldn't know him, he isn't that high up in the ranks over there." You giggle, leaning your head up against the cold window.

Soon the three of you arrived at the police station, and you were brought straight into an interrogation room. Sitting casually you waited for someone to come in and ask you about whatever crime they thought you had committed.

Hearing the door open and close, you look up from where you are digging at the metal table with your fingernail to see the muscular agent from before.

"Why exactly am I here?" You ask, a little annoyed at how this morning is going, but overall finding the entire situation ironic.

"Your credit card was used at a hardware store where the murder weapon was bought." Morgan states. "And you happened to buy some pretty suspicious things."

He pulls out a piece of paper and places it in front of you. You let out a little giggle looking over the list. A hammer, duct tape, rope, a shovel, and some plywood. Another ironic situation since you bought all of that for your dad since he was planning on finally fixing a couple things around the house and had asked you to pick them up for him.

“All of that is for home improvement. My dad asked me to pick them up for him since he wants to fix the shelves in my old room, plant some flowers for my stepmother, and he was planning on putting in a tire swing for my younger brother.” You answer honestly after Morgan gives you a look for laughing. “Honestly, you can call him down here if you want.”

At that Morgan offers up a confused look, turning back towards the door. He walks out only for Doctor Reid from before to come in.

“Ms. L/N, you have to understand that these purchases-.” You cut him off before he can finish.

“I don’t go by L/N.” You state simply, picking at a piece of lint on your sweater.

“Then what do you go by?” Spencer asks, a little annoyed at your carefree attitude, you were being interrogated by the FBI for God sake.

“I go by Hotchner normally.” You answer casually, watching his face go from annoyed to confused. “Its my dads last name.”

Spencer files out of the room without saying anything and you are left alone for a bit longer. After about ten minutes your dad walks through the interrogation room doors, followed by the two agents from before.

You smile innocently, looking from your father to the two younger agents behind him.

“Hey dad, I got the things from the hardware store that you needed.” You say casually. “Wish I would have gone to a different hardware store, but oh well.”

Your dad just shakes his head, trying to suppress the smile that makes its way to his lips.

“You can go back home Y/N/N.” Your dad states, prompting you to stand up and make your way over to where him and his agents stand.

“Definitely didn’t think this was how I would meet your team.” You joke trying to break the tension in the tiny room. “It was nice to meet you boys, but I’m going to head up and say hi to Rossi while I’m here. Do you still need me to pick Jack up from school?”

“Uh, yeah if you could.”

You nod your head making your way past the group and towards the elevator, smiling and waving good bye to them as the doors close.

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I am open to doing a part two, just let me know if you would be interested in it.

[criminally--reid]

15 minutes, that's it

A spencer reid smut fic ;)

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), handcuffs? 

Pairing: spencer reid x fem! reader 

Word count: 1.2k (1,238)

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It had been almost a month since the rendezvous at the office after hours with you and spencer. No recent calls from Derek telling you to drag him out and make him rest, but more concerningly, Spencer himself hadn’t reached out. He wasn’t blatantly ignoring you, no. He’d open conversation and was still friendly at work, but after hours, it was almost as if he never existed. 

“Guys,” Hodge says as he walks down the stairs into the main office area, “meeting in 20,” and then returns the way he came. 

Almost at the exact same time as Hodge’s retreat, a speedwalking Spencer scurries over to your desk. “Y/N, come ‘ere.” You give him a confused look, leading him to clarify. “I- I need to talk to you. Just come here.” You get up from your desk and take his outstretched hand before dropping it quickly, remembering who’s around. 

“Spencer, what the hell?” I ask after following him down several flights of stairs, ending up not too far down the hall from Penelope’s office. 

“I need you." 

“I don’t- I don’t get it. For what?” 

He runs his hands up and down his face, letting out a deep sigh. “I’ve been.. Thinking about what happened fo-for the last 26 days. You’re all I think about. I- I don’t know why, but I can’t shake you. I need you.. so bad right now.” 

Looking him up and down, you can easily notice the bulge in his black dress pants. “Spencer, Hotch said we have 20 minutes-” 

“All we need is 15, y/n, please.” 

Dr. Reid wasn’t one to beg. Even in his least lust-driven moments, he was adamant and persistant with what he wanted. His sweet, caring personality could be replaced by a dangerously calm anger in the matter of seconds, but rarely was he one to show desperacy. 

To say you didn’t want this though would have been a complete lie. You had been stuck on the same thing as Spencer for almost the past month: that Friday night. The thought recollection fills you with excitement. 

“Okay.. okay, but I swear to God, Reid, if we’re late-” 

He cuts me off by placing a kiss to my lips; his strong hands holding either side of my head. A small smirk-ish smile spreading across his face. “We won’t be. I- uh can you do me a favor, though?” 

“Yeah, anything.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them between the two of us. “I am not putting those on,” you laugh. He just keeps looking at you and raising his eyebrows. When they’re to the point where they might mesh with his hairline, you finally get what he’s asking. “Oh shit. You want them on.” 

He nods and holds them out for you. Taking them you decide to play up the fantasy. 

“Spencer Reid, you’re under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” You grab his wrist instructing him to turn around and clamp the cuffs around his wrists. He lets out a deep groan and drops his head when you do so. Grabbing his shoulder, you turn him back around to face you. “What’re we gonna do with you, pretty boy? You wouldn’t last a day in prison.” 

“I-it wasn't me." 

“Shh, maybe we can work out a deal.” You run your hands up his arms until you’re gripping his shoulders. You look up to meet his eyes, unconsciously biting your lip. “If you plead guilty, you’ll get a year with parole after 7 months.” 

“I-if I plead guilty, c-can you touch me?” 

“Where, Mr. Reid?” you ask innocently, trailing your hand from his shoulder, across his chest, down his torso, and to his zipper. “Here?” 

He squeezes his eyes shut and gulps, forcing out a strained “Yes.. please.” 

You sink down onto your knees and undo his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down just above his knees, allowing his member to spring free. Grabbing him by the base, you look up to meet his eyes and blow on his red-hot tip and watch as he winces. 

“P-please..” he repeats lowly. You oblige by only taking the tip of him into your mouth. Spencer bucks his hips into you and you place your hands on his thighs, attempting to keep him still. You take him further into your mouth and stroke what won't fit. He moans rather loudly then bites his lip afraid of being heard by anyone. 

Taking him out of your mouth, you pump his shaft while moving to toy with his balls, bringing him to the edge even faster. “Mmm.. gonna cum,” he groans, and you place him back in your mouth, wishing to capture his taste. You hollow your cheeks and pump him a few more times. With a deep, guttural moan, he releases into your mouth, and you swallow the salty stickiness quickly. Rising to your feet, you quickly turn Spencer around and remove the handcuffs. Immediately, he places his hands on either side of your face and engulfs your lips in a kiss. 

“So that's what I taste like,” he whispers almost to himself and chuckles. 

“You, sir, are disgusting… Shit,” you say peeking at your watch. “Meeting’s starting.. Like now.” 

Spencer pulls his pants up quickly and fastens his belt on the way back up the stairs. 

“I know I have small wrists but Jesus Christ, the handcuffs didn’t have to be that tight.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you counter sarcastically. “The last thing I thought you were going to do was pull out your handcuffs. What’s up with that anyways? Going off of last time, I thought I’d be the one cuffed.” 

A stern, serious look spreads across his face: his eyes narrowed and eyebrowd knitted together. “I understand we’re behavior analysts, but please don’t analyze my behavior.” 

“Understood, Dr. Reid,” you confirm. 

“Besides, you and I both know I can fuck the shit out of you.” 

Your eyes go wide and he mockingly grins at your shocked reaction. He clears his throat and you try to calm your rapid heartbeat, Spencer’s previous statement getting you excited. He opens the door to the conference room for you, and he enters after you. 

“Where have you two been,” Hotch asks, eyeing between the two of you. 

“I- I lost something, and I- you know. Just retracing my steps,” you answer before Spencer gets the chance to say anything. 

“Both of you?” Derek pries further, making direct eye contact with Spence. 

“Four eyes are better than two, aren’t they?” he replies snarkily, and Derek turns around in surrender.  

Penelope walks in as per usual and starts the meeting as you quietly slip Spencer’s handcuffs back into his back pocket.  

[criminallyimaginative]

Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)

“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?” “Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 

BONUS SCENE!

A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 

“(Y/N).”

“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 

“What?”

“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

[mggsimp4life]

No blueberries

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Summary: Spencer and the reader go to dinner for a date but the BAU has other plans.

Request: Yes/No

Word count:1025

TW: none slight hint at ex drug use

Pairing: Spencer X Fem!reader

A/N: This fic ia in third person btw(&the song below infires this fic)

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Spencer stares at himself in the mirror and tries to style his hair. “This doesn’t look right,” he says looking at his reflection and messing his hair up. His phone rings and when he doesn’t bother to look at the caller ID. “hello?” he says into the phone. “Hello resident genius we’ve got a case,” Garcia says on the other line. Spencer hangs up Immediately and calls his lover. “Sorry my love the team called and I have to go,” Spencer tells you.

“I understand dear just come back to me safely” I respond with a smile even though he can’t see me. I wish him good luck and tell him I love you then hang up. I’m not gonna say I’m used to it because we only recently started dating about six months ago. We met at a bookstore both of us looking for a others felt the same way I did. Turns out Spencer wanted that too we found that about each other. He asked me out on the same day. I begin to get unready for the night and head into bed. I text him goodnight/good morning not knowing where he is.

Spencer sees the text sent to him once he reaches the hotel room. “Hey, pretty boy what are you smiling at?” Morgan asks as he exits the bathroom. For a split second, Spencer forgot he wasn’t rooming alone. “Just a message from a friend talking about chess and how he relates it to life,” Spencer tells him. Morgan looks at him with an eyebrow raised. “I’m serious” Spencer tells his friend.

“If you say so pretty boy” Morgan says back as he walks to his bed for the night. Spencer heads into the bathroom to wash up. When he returns Spencer heads straight to bed.

The sun shines through the window and right into Spencer’s face. He soon wakes and gets ready. He wakes morgan up and they head for coffee before going back to the precinct. “Good morning crime fighters I have a new lead on the unsub, it’s not a good lead” Garcia says through the speaker once everyone gets inside the conference room. “Chase feilding went missing last night with his girlfriend from a county over.” Garcia tells them the details as Hotch tells prentiss and morgan to head to that county.

Spencer takes as little time as possible to finish the geographical profile so he can call his lover. “Hey Spence is the geo-profile finishes?” JJ comes in and asks him just as he pulls his phone out. “Oh I was gonna go get you, the geo-profile is finished and I need to make a call.” Spencer says rushing out of the room. JJ just stares in disbelief then calls Hotch.

Meanwhile Spencer calls his lover. “Hello my dearest i hope you woke up with love and all good things.” He smiles as the words leave his mouth. “As do I my love, I yearn for you’re safe return” He hears from the other end. “Enough cheese, time of return?” She asks him. “Uhh 3 am maybe? Why do you ask?” He says questioning her. “You know I ask everytime, I just miss you extra this time, also next time just let it go to voicemail” He hears her say and laugh on the other end. “Reid Prentis and Morgan just arrived and it’s time for the profile.” JJ comes outside to tell him. “Yes thank you doctor for updating me on my mothers condition” Spencer says and quickly hangs up. The voice on the other end laughs at that and quickly messages him an ‘I love you dork, can’t wait to see you soon’ Spencer sees the message as he delivers the profile.

The team finds the unsub waiting to kill the next couple right in their home. The team is getting ready to board the jet when JJ pulls Spencer aside. “Hey you know you can talk to me right? About anything” She tells him with worry on her face. “I’m aware but nothing is going on” He tells her and boards the jet. “What was that about?” Emily asks JJ on the jet far away from the genius doctor. “He’s been acting a little off lately” JJ responds to her. “Maybe theres something new or wrong with his mother” Emily tells JJ trying to ease her worries.

The pilot's voice comes through the speakers about landing soon cutting their conversion short. Both of the women head back to their seats and buckle in. The jet land safely and the team gets into the SUV’s. They head straight towards the federal building. When they get their the team sees Garcia chatting with someone in the bullpen. “Hey Penelope who’s-’ “My Love ! at last you have returned!” The woman shouts and runs directly into Spencer’s arms. “I thought it was odd when she didn’t call” Morgan says to the rest of the team who’s still unsure of the identity of that woman. “Oh righ uh everyone this is my girlfriend, Y/n” Spencer introduces his girlfriend. “Nice to meet you all, I’ve been waiting to meet you all but now i’ve got to take my boyfriend on a date” She tells them and then drags Spencer to his desk where a Ice cream cake waits. “Wow this looks tasty” He smiles and pecks her cheek in form of thanks. “There’s a but coming I can feel it” She responds to him. “I don’t like blueberries very much” He tells her not trying to make her feel bad.

“I love them my dearest so I’ll eat them” she boops his nose and pecks his lips. The team is still near the glass doors as they see the event go down. “They look in love, uh like us! Handsome” Garcia says. Morgan laughs “This ight explain his recent behavior” Emily tells JJ. “Let me guess you thought Spencer could be using again didn’t you?” Rossi adds to the conversation. JJ nods “I can see that I was wrong now, I’m very happy for him.” The rest of the team agrees and individually goes to their desks.

[disasterfandoms]

Fandoms (for mobile)

doing this so people on mobile can see it!

fandoms I write for:

S.W.A.T

any character except Hicks x reader romantically, or anything with Molly, Karen, or Annie (unless they’re bash fics)

Magnum P.I

Any main character. Please no Jin though

The Rookie

Any character

Station-19

any character

SEAL Team

Any character x reader, only character x character romantically I’ll write is Sonny x Hannah and Trent x Metal

Chicago PD

Only Jay Halstead for now, I am NOT caught up.

CSI (OG)

All characters except David, Doc Robbins, and Hodges.

Criminal Minds

Will write for any character. Only pairing’s i’ll write is JJ x Will, JJ x Morgan, Prentis x Morgan, and maybe JJ x Emily?

Other Fandoms

FBI (not caught up)

FBI: Most Wanted (not caught up)

NCIS (I’ll maybe start writing for this one)

Grey’s Anatomy (Might also start writing for this one)

Chicago Fire (not caught up)

The Umbrella Academy

13 Reasons Why

Law and Order SVU (Not caught up)

Macgyver (not caught up)

MCU

One Tree Hill

Code Black (LMAO no one knows what this was)

disney

Love, Simon

Love, Victor

9-1-1 (Will start writing again when caught up)

9-1-1 LS (Will start writing again when caught up)

[flumbliez]

Hi! I was just wondering what characters for criminal minds you write for?

Hello! These are the characters I can write for: 

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentis

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

I am willing to add to this list as I rewatch the show, but for now I am only comfortable in my ability to write for the character’s listed above. Thank you for the ask!

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[And to the person who sent a request for the hannigram x reader, sorry it’s taking me so long, my schedule has been a bit hectic but it is in the works!]