#jenifer jareau

[pathologicalrambler]

i could NEVER be a jeid shipper because the way she would roll her eyes or RUN at any given moment when spencer speaks on ANY of his interests… like how would they have a functioning conversation if she constantly walked away from him when he spoke ? it’s just not gonna work out sorry xoxo

[reidsc0nverse]

pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 3

OH MY GOD GUYS ILY SM this might be the last one for now bc i've been working on other projects but yeah here you go 🤭

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(y/n) Snuck into one of his lessons and took this keeper

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spencerreid1 It wasn't sneaking in when I caught you red handed the minute you sat down.

-> (y/n) stfu and let it the post look cute

-> spencerreid1 I just wanted to let everyone know the truth hun.

jjareau hes in his element

-> emilyprenty and a grandpa sweater

-> derekm But fresh ass shoes

-> emilyprenty @/derekm ehh...

paparossi So you willingly went to listen to him lecture for fun?

-> (y/n) yes 🙄

-> paparossi don't you get enough of that at work??

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(y/n) what we decided to do on our off day (he finished it in like half an hour)

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emilyprenty you guys are such nerds wtf

-> (y/n) i'm your nerd

-> paparossi Not this again

-> spencerreid1 @/paparossi You're telling me.

spencerreid1 You need to learn to read faster, I was sitting there for hours waiting for you to finish.

-> (y/n) i'm never reading with you again

-> derekm seems like trouble in paradise

-> (y/n) you're gonna get blocked derek

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(y/n) im just leaving this here

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spencerreid1 I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THIS

-> (y/n) it looked to good to NOT post

-> princesspennyg This is adorable 🙃

-> spencerreid1 @/princesspennyg Do some hacker thing and take this down please.

-> princesspennyg Not happening

emilyprenty im not so sure his IQ is actually 187 after seeing this

-> (y/n) yeah idk either...

(ok ik this one doesn't have spencer but i love this pic sm leave me alone)

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(y/n) the best mf gals in the fbi

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spencerreid1 I wasn't invited.

-> (y/n) girls only 🙄

-> emilyprenty you have cooties

-> dr.taralewis sucks to suck

princesspennyg WE NEED TO DO THIS AGAIN 🥳🥳🥳🥳

-> derekm With me next time

-> (y/n) Youre funny derek

-> derekm I was fr

-> (y/n) i wasnt

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(y/n) Note to self: don't let derek give spence fashion advice

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derekm You're just a hater it looks good

-> (y/n) yeah if you're blind

-> emilyprenty HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

jjareau yeah I think the sweater vests are the way to go

-> (y/n) id much rather that than whatever THIS is

again tysm for all the love on the last parts i'm so grateful and hopefully the first chapter of a new fic im writing will be out in the next week! love yall

[lilyflowerhere]

"The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself..."

[slutfors8n]

So true JJ

[fr3sh-c0rn]

You can always tell which criminal minds episode was directed by goob because they are always the most batshit insane and borderline sociopathic

[reidlover101]

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Therapy Sessions

bau!team x psychiatrist!reader

Summary: fem!psychiatrist!reader has been a longtime psychiatrist of the BAU team. Always there to listen to their troubles. But what if she mysteriously disappears?

Warning: use of y/n and l/n, curse word(s?), mentions of trauma? (kind of)

part 2 (Doctor is In)

Monday, 11:04 AM

"Have you heard from Dr. L/N? I wanted to schedule my next appointment but can't reach her cell." Spencer, being your frequent visitor, asked his teammates as he stared at his flip phone in deep thought. Maybe the problem was his phone?

Emily turned her seat, legs crossed and arms flat on the armrests of her chair. "I actually wanted to schedule one yesterday. I couldn't reach her cell either." She shrugged, leaning backwards.

Derek rolled his eyes, "Maybe she's on a date? Let the woman have a life." He was your newest patient, though you have been listening to his troubles for 2 years.

You have been the BAU team's psychiatrist for the past six years, or more, you couldn't remember. All you could remember was how they slowly piled, one by one, in your office and shared their deepest sorrows to the safety of your listening ear.

It started when Spencer needed someone to rant to. He arrived at your clinic, soaking wet from the rain, and clutching your business card in his hand. You were about to leave for the day, but you didn't mind the extra hours you had to spend.

Then came JJ, who brought her concerns for Spencer but was completely anxious over different things. She was the sweetest woman alive that you have ever met. And it sometimes pained you to know that she had to endure adversities.

The others crammed right in like children asking for a little bit of company in the dark, and you were more than happy to provide them with a cozy sofa and a listening ear.

Spencer and Emily let go of the topic. Derek was right. They had to let you have a life outside of work, outside of listening from their cries. They bothered you with the shallowest inconvenience 24/7, and it didn't sit right to deprive you of having time off.

With that said, nonetheless, you have been part of their family. Even if you weren't a profiler, they welcomed you to one of Rossi's dinner parties just the same.

Emily loved to joke that you were their sweet, softhearted mommy, while Aaron Hotchner was their strict dad. You always laughed at that.

Tuesday, 4:32 PM

Penelope was maniacally tapping on her keys as she searched for information that the group asked her to look for. They flew out this morning, almost teleporting to Los Angeles for a fast escalating serial killer.

A ringing echoed in her background, waiting for the recipient to pick up the call. The number was yours.

"You've reached Dr. L/N's line. Please don't leave a message at all. Text me directly instead at 571..."

She sat up, rolling her chair across her room to reach her telephone and dropped the call. "No! Y/N! I need you to answer me so you can listen my dilemma!" Penelope whined, and speed dialed your number once again.

You may be the BAU's psychiatrist for six years, but you have been Penelope's psychiatrist for eight years. You were there when she broke down about the horrors of their recent cases, when she got shot, and many more events in her life that she couldn't help but rant about to you. You were her friend, and you felt honored to become one.

Wednesday, 10:57 PM

"Something's wrong." Spencer announced, sitting on the swivel chair with his legs crisscrossed.

Hotch immediately lifted his gaze from the file he had in his hands, glancing at Spencer. "What did you find?"

What the Unit Chief didn't know was that his youngest profiler has been staring into space for a good 30 minutes. Spencer fidgeted on the hem of his slacks. "Dr. L/N has never been MIA for more than a day." He replied, unaware of his conversation with his leader.

"Reid. I need your focus in this mission and not Dr. L/N's?" Hotch diverted, bringing his attention back to the file in his hands.

Thursday, 7:00 AM

Spencer's statement didn't leave the back of Hotch's mind, sending you a text as soon as his alarm went off. He couldn't get a blink of sleep.

As much as he tried to think about the case, worry for a compassionate friend began to creep in his veins.

Hey, if you don't mind. Would you happen to have time for me to visit on Saturday afternoon?

He tapped the sides of his phone, staring at the screen. With a small sigh, Hotch exited the bed and got ready for work.

Within the ten minutes he showered, a towel around his waist, Hotch glanced on the screen and furrowed his brows at the absence of your reply.

It wasn't like you were obligated to respond to him at that time of the day, but he had known you enough years to know that you were wide awake at the strike of 7 AM.

Hotch remembered clearly how the two of you coincidentally met at the park where he usually goes for a run. He learned then that you never fail to wake up on 5 AM in the morning, emptying your mind to make space for people's troubles that you gladly eased.

He dialed a phone number, "Hello, Garcia?"

Friday, 1:29 PM

The team arrived back to Quantico, wiped out and drained from the case, unenthusiastic of the fact that they had to stay for a few hours and complete some paperwork before they could finally go home.

"Did L/N change her number?" JJ walked in the bullpen, waving her phone to the others. She placed a hand on her hip as she navigated through her phone, preparing to edit your contact information.

Not to create competition, but JJ had it worst in their past case. The anxiety that coursed through her bloodstream needed the comfort of your soft voice. She would discuss it with her husband, Will, but you always understood better. She loved the way you explained her emotions to her, giving her a clearer vision of what she was feeling. It made it easier to express her feelings when she comes home to Will.

Spencer perked up, "I don't think so. She's very consistent with everything. She would've told us if she changed her number." He sat on his seat with his legs crisscrossed.

Derek didn't waste a minute and dialed your clinic's main landline. They should've been calling there to set an appointment anyways, but they were too attached to you to even bother. In their eyes, you were the whole clinic, no other psychiatrist available.

"Hi, you are calling from..." Multiple sighs of relief escaped out of the four of them when they finally got someone to pick up. "This is Alexa, what can I help you with today?"

"I wanted to set an appointment with Dr. L/N, does she have any open spots for this weekend?" Derek asked, making eye contact with the three agents with him, assuring them that everything was alright.

Until it wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Dr. L/N is not available right now but—"

"Is she on vacation?" Emily interjected, moving at the edge of her seat.

"Uh, who am I speaking to?"

They all exchanged looks. JJ leaned against Derek's desk, clearing her throat. "This is Jennifer Jareau from the FBI. I'm a friend of Dr. Y/N L/N and haven't been able to contact her in a while. I just wanted to ask if, by chance you have other means of contacting her?"

A long pause. Worry began to creep over their minds. They could hear murmurs and movements, and after three minutes of waiting, someone picked the phone back up.

"Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Basset, and I'm the head psychiatrist in the clinic. Unfortunately, we haven't heard of Dr. L/N since last Saturday. She hasn't been showing for her shift either. We were getting worried because she wasn't answering her personal cell and home landline. One of our staff knew where she lived, but her apartment was quiet. They said no one answered the door."

Well shit.

That wasn't normal for you to just disappear. You always notified the whole team three months before you would go on a vacation or a requested leave. So, you being unavailable with your means of communication spiked up their worry through the roof.

They nodded to each other, making a wordless agreement that whatever was happening, it was clear that it was not something they should take lightly.

"Okay, Dr. Basset. Is there a chance you can tell us any other information about Y/N? Her emergency contact, parents names, anything would help us." JJ swallowed the lump in her throat. Where could you be?

"Of course! Let me just go get it." Dr. Basset said, shuffling on his end.

Rossi walked out of his room with the intention of filling up his cup with another dose of coffee, but the expressions that the four agents had on their faces didn't pass his peripheral. "What happened? Did you all lose a bet with Garcia?"

Spencer turned his seat, "Dr. L/N is missing." He announced.

"Missing? Did someone report her missing?" Rossi knitted his brows. He wasn't frequent in your office, but he did have a monthly visit.

"She hasn't been to work for a week or answering any of our calls." Emily stated, biting the nail on her thumb.

"Call Hotch." Rossi told Emily, who didn't waste time nodding and went straight to Hotch's office. He looked at the others. "I know we everyone is tired from the case, but this one is very important."

Derek stood up, leather jacket wrapping his lean build. "You don't have to tell us twice." He glanced at Spencer, who was already standing, clutching his messenger bag. Then, to JJ, who nodded her chin of approval.

Emily was about to knock on Hotch's door when it swung open, a file in his hand. "We have a case." He announced.

"But-" Emily attempted to intervene, but he continued speaking.

"We need to find our psychiatrist, Dr. Y/N L/N. Penelope's on her way to debrief us. Gather in the conference room in five minutes."

[um-its-ace]

Fav BTS criminal minds pics

[yuly]

↬ To Be Loved and To Be in Love ↫

Aaron Hotchner x chef female reader

Summary: You drop by the BAU to bring the team a homemade lunch while Beth returns from Beijing to visit Hotch

Warnings: none, angst and fluff, Beth and Hailey are mentioned.

WC: 2K

Pic credit: Pinterest

 *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Five months ago, your dear neighbour David Rossi asked for a favour, he was having his friends over and wanted your help to cook for them. Dave is not known for sharing his kitchen, but this is something you and him did regularly. Living next door to a pro chef with a successful catering business was a win for Dave. You obliged, with more than a few ideas in mind to try out. 

He invites you to stay, you decline, not wanting to intrude and be the odd one out. But Rossi is a man with a plan, he invites them earlier than previously stated, effectively forcing you to meet the team he speaks so fondly of.

You’re a person who often needs at least a couple of interactions to accurately recall a face. This evening was no different. You fell into easy conversation with the team, they were interested to get to know you, listening eagerly about your work as a chef, a welcomed distraction from their own line of work. You indulge them graciously, careful not to press them about the details of their own work in return. 

One person in the group does not contribute much. Dave enthusiastically introduces him to you as, “Aaron, the boss man,” he was quiet, face mostly unreadable but outrageously handsome. The few times he does speak, you nearly melt at his soft yet dominating voice. He is a man of few words, that much is clear. He smirks a handful of times throughout the evening. You were dying to get a better look at his beautiful face, but too intimidated to ogle at the older man. At the end of the night when everyone said their goodbyes, he came up to you on the balcony, thanking you for the delicious meal. His tone while speaking to you was different, good different. It was softer, more gentle, he was warm and kind, the epitome of a gentleman. He had called you beautiful before he knew what he was doing and began to fluster, tripping over his words as a soft blush graced his cheeks. That did you in, seeing the ‘boss man’ get all blushy and shy, and for you no less. You exchanged numbers that night and went home with a clear image of his face imprinted on your mind.  

The two of you have been inseparable since. He loves everything last thing about you. Your aura, the way you speak, the way you carry yourself, the way your eyes twinkle when you’re trying to concentrate, the small adjustments you’ve made in the kitchen to allow for Jack, your self appointed sous chef, to maneuver safely. 

And you love everything last thing about him. His beautiful face, his kind gestures, his ability to know exactly what to say to comfort you, his pure heart, his eagerness to learn everything about you, the love he has for his son. 

You learned that his two love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He craves your touch, always reaching out to hold onto you in any way he can. It brings him a sense of comfort he can’t quite find elsewhere. And your words mean more to him than you’ll ever know. The words of encouragement you offer him every morning, whenever you stop to tell him how proud of him you are, when you make it a point to verbalize your appreciation for the things he does for you. It’s hard to miss the effect this has on him. It blankets him with a sense of warmth and belonging, making his heart skip a beat. It makes him smile, a real smile and not a sly grin. Your words make him feel loved, wanted, heard, and appreciated. Your love slowly brings the colour back to Aaron’s life. 

Acts of service are your love language. You often take some time out of your day to bring the team something to eat. You can't help yourself, you’ve grown fond of them. Truth be told, you're putty in their hands. It was a surprise each time, southern style banana pudding that Spencer literally went bananas over, mango salsa chicken tacos with homemade fries that made Garcia shed a tear, afghan rice and beef kebabs skewered to perfection that had even Strauss drooling. They were blown away every time. Derek and Emily were quick to accuse Dave of purposely hiding you from them all this time. Hotch laughed at that.

Today, you made beef gyros with homemade tzatziki that you were very proud of. You even brought a complementary raspberry lemonade. Feeling content, you walk into the BAU excited for their reviews. 

“Our saving grace, and she comes bearing gifts!” Garcia squeaks excitedly, rushing to help you with the containers. Spencer launches into a speech about the value and history of food sharing in various cultures around the globe, eliciting a loud groan from Derek.

You shake your head at them and laugh, turning to ask Emily where Aaron was when you notice her smile start to fade. You follow her gaze to a brunette that hops out of the elevator. 

“Hello! How is everybody doing?” she chirps, quickly joining the rest of you. The team looks surprised to see her, muttering pleasantries and stealing awkward glances at one another. You feel lost, something is up and you are the odd one out.

She could be Emily’s girl, but she’s barely acknowledging her, and besides, I swear Em likes blondes….

“I don't think we’ve met! Hi, I’m Beth!” she gushes, extending her hand. You politely introduce yourself, “Very nice to meet you agent Y/N!” you don't have time to correct her as her next words strike something in you.

“How's Aaron? I came to say hi, God it's been so long, is he in his office?” her bubbly tone and never fading smile were starting to get on your nerves by now.

Woah hold on, Aaron? Who is this and how is she on a first name basis with him? And why have I not heard of her?

You stand still, lost in thought as someone responds and she all but skips over to his office. 

“Hey, are you ok?” JJ sits you down, Emily close behind. The two of them fill you in on this Beth character. She’s his ex, they had broken up about a year ago when she took a job in Beijing. 

That hurt, you tried not to let it, but it hurt. His ex who you never knew about. His ex who he only broke up with out of necessity. The one that got away… 

“Listen, honestly Y/N, I wouldn't worry about it too much, she was his first anything after Hailey and he loves you. I mean, the man worships the ground you walk on, you have nothing to worry about,” Emily sounds sure of herself, you don’t share that sentiment. JJ hands you a water bottle that you graciously accept as you excuse yourself, gyros and lemonade long forgotten. 

You ignore Aaron’s calls for the rest of the day, burying yourself in your work and falling down a rabbit hole of self doubt. You are not all the way present as your assistant goes over the details for an upcoming catering event in New York. Your thoughts are all consuming. If Beth didn’t have to move away, he would’ve never broken up with her, that much was clear. They broke up out of necessity, and you suspected that Aaron had encouraged her to go forth and pursue her dreams. He did it out of love, so surely he still has some feelings for her. You convince yourself that you’ve been nothing but a placeholder all this time. That hurt like hell. You’ve never been one to compete with another woman for a man to pick you, so you would make it easy for him. 

A few hours later, Aaron shows up to your workplace, clearly flustered. He looks out of place in his ultra-formal black suit and tie, a stark contrast to the soft pastel coloured walls and the lilac flowers that welcome him at the front desk. A frown is etched onto his face as he searches for you, “Y/N, hi, I’ve been trying to reach you all day angel, are you ok?” you look up at him with a blank expression, the endearing pet name does nothing for you at that moment. 

You excuse yourself, allowing him to follow you into a small room for privacy, the two of you sit across from each other. A small coffee table sits between you.

“I know you came by the office today,” he begins softly, “I heard that you ran into Beth, I’ll explain everything sweetheart, but please know that I love you, you mean everything to me Y/N.” You let him hold your hand but stay silent.

“Please say something, please talk to me Y/N,” he pleads, eagerly trying to reach your eyes. “You go first” you croak, your voice giving you away. He sighs, his heart feels heavy, he’s afraid what this conversation might lead to, what it could mean for your relationship.

“Beth and I dated for a little over a year, she was my first relationship after being married. I was alone for a long time, even in my marriage. I didn’t expect to meet a woman, to take her out on dates, all of it was foreign to me, the last time I had done anything remotely similar, Jack wasn’t born,” he pauses, taking in a deep breath. Your eyes finally meet his and you see each other’s pain, you will yourself to hold it in, to hear him out.

“Our relationship was unexpected but nice. I didn’t know what I was doing half the time, but I decided to give happiness a chance, for my own sake and for Jack. After a while, it felt easy, and comfortable.” 

In that moment, you desperately want to reach out and hold him. Despite everything, you're proud of him for choosing happiness. 

“When she got the job in Beijing, I was sad to see her go but ending it was not a difficult decision. I was not willing to uproot my life and my son for her dreams. I just wasn’t ready to compromise on that level for what we had. And she understood, she wasn’t willing to compromise her dreams for what we had either. And that was ok.” 

He gives you a wobbly smile, soft brown eyes trained on yours as he continues, his hands never leaving yours.  

“Sometimes people come into your life only for a season and that's ok. She came in today asking if we could rekindle things, I said no because I’ve found my forever person,” he looks up at you with teary eyes now, clinging onto your hands, silently begging you to accept him, to stay.

You let out the breath you've been holding in since he walked in, shoulders finally relaxing. Out of everything he had to say, the most important thing to you was that he did not try to discredit her or their relationship in an effort to defend himself. Instead, he was honest with you and allowed himself to be vulnerable in the moment. It makes a world of a difference to you. You respect him for it.

You pull him into a deep embrace, it's your response to him pouring his heart out. It's a warm, tight hug, one that screams relief. 

You pull away to stare up at him, “I’ve found my forever person too.” You sit there for a while, foreheads touching, arms around each other. It feels nice. He apologizes for not telling you about her, but you’re past that. You know him, it always works best when you allow him to share at his own pace. You understand him, you accept him, and he loves you for it.

Being with Aaron has shown you the beauty of being in love, and how equally beautiful it is to be loved. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

I really hope you enjoyed!! Your support & feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

[miamimoo]

Everyone talks about the episodes of Criminal Minds that MGG directed but can we have a moment to appreciate the episodes Thomas Gibson directed?! All that remains, boxed in, DEREK?!

Mans said business and meant it 😭

[cherrilemon]

Emily: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, JJ!

*Neither of them die*

JJ: …

Emily: …

JJ: So do you wanna talk about somethi-

Emily: No thank you.

[noelslibrary]

JJ was so fruity for fantasising about emily when she was borderlining death

They make me ill

[spentfromspence]

Hotch: You’re going to regret that in the morning.

Emily, already 8 shots in: Then I’ll sleep till noon, I’m a problem solver.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Aaron Hotchner blurb

Aaron didn’t want to seem like a possessive boyfriend who thought you couldn’t take care of yourself, so he willed himself to stay seated, no matter how hard his hand gripped around his beer. He watched you with Emily at the bar, respectfully turning down yet another bachelor while you got your drinks and exchanged light gossip. It wasn’t as though the group didn’t know you were together, after all you did have to sign a contract with HR, but Aaron still didn’t want them to get the impression that you had him wrapped around your finger. 

You did. 

They knew it too. 

Especially Derek and Spencer in that moment. With JJ and Penelope in the bathroom, they both got a clear view of Aaron shamelessly staring at you, glaring at any man passing by you, his relentless deathly grip on his beer. He was distracted, barely nodding to what they had to say, his facial features softening when you threw your head back in a laugh. “Okay Hotch when was the last time you guys had sex?” Asks Derek, an amused look on his face. Spencer smiles into his mocktail, knowing where Derek was leading with this. “I don’t think it’s normal to be staring that hard man.” 

Aaron smiled bashfully, trying to hide it by taking another sip of his drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And that is the instance when Penelope and JJ join them again, giggling about something that immediately takes the attention off him. 

He looks back up at you, a red flush taking over his face when he sees you already looking at him. You give him a a playful wink, cocking your head a little for him to join you at the bar as Emily leaves, presumably going to the toilet herself. He mutters a couple of 'Sorry's as he makes his way out of the big booth over Derek and Penny’s laps. Their gaze follows him all to way to the bar, where he wraps both arms around your waist. When your arms sling over his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss, he immediately obeys, connecting his lips to yours. He lets you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip to ask for access, which he gives you, both his hands now tightly gripping your hips whilst one of yours holds his jaw. 

He’s the one to pull away first, licking his lips off before looking left and right shyly to make sure you haven’t attracted any attention. But you have, and he straightens his posture, pulling you closer to him by the hips while holding eye contact with one of the men that had previously hit on you. Luckily, he looks away first, and Aaron looks back at you with a small smile, seeing the way you were observing him with admiration, your chin leaning against his chest. You bite your lip, giggling at him "Someone you wanna fight, loverboy?" He shakes his head, pulling away from you as Emily walks past you saying "You guys are going to miss the shots, come on", but you only shake your head, hooking your fingers into Aaron's belt hoops. "Actually, we were just about to get out of here."

[esther-likes-evermore]

Emily: keep that up and I'm putting you on time-out

Spencer: I'm a gown adult, you can't do that

Emily:

Spencer: Emily.

Emily: that's funny, JJ did you hear someone saying my name?

JJ: Nope.

[cumulo-stratus]

I'll Remember For Us

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: spencer reid x Male!badass!reader

Description: the team goes to Los Angeles, in august and y/n ( the ever emotionless and stone cold profiler with a soft spot for spencer) is chasing an unsub when he fights with the unsub and falls, getting a concussion and fractured wrist, spencer is there for him. (no prior romantic relationship, just friends)

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else

Flufftober day 3: injured/sick

6 Hours Ago:

Y/ns legs burned as he chased the hooded man through the stairwell, the unsub only a few feet ahead of him now. Finally the hooded man reached a dead end and turned around, preparing for a fight. And so, they fought.

Present:

JJ watched y/ns curled frame up from from across the hospital room. His shoulders gently shook as he cried. JJ sighed as hotch walked into the room, a hospital report in his hands. “They say he’s got a moderately severe concussion, so he’s gonna be pretty out of it and he’s got some amnesia, and a fractured wrist and elbow.” Hotch said quietly. “he’s lucky its not worse..” JJ was cut off though, y/ns unusually unsure voice floated across the room as he asked “where’s spencer” Y/n whined with a wobbly lip type voice like that of a small child trying not to cry. Jj looked up at a Hotch with her eyebrows knitted together in concern "He's on his way- remember?" JJ used the sweet motherly voice she often used with her children. Y/n whined again and said quietly "i dont think he likes me anymore.." with the saddest face JJ and Hotch had ever seen.

"Where are y/ns clothes? The nurse let me know that we can leave whenever." Hotch asked Jj while still keeping a watchful eye on the curled up frame across the room.

"He only has work slacks and button up-" jj responded

"I'll get him something to wear"

jj vaguely heard Hotch ask about a nearby store to a nurse as Spencer finally walked in, his cardigan draped over his arms and tie roughly loosened around his neck. Jj just nodded at him as he walked past her and to the side of the bed y/n lies on. Spencer approached slowly and when y/n looked up he looked relieved to finally see Spencer.

"Spencer.. I thought you didn't like me anymore" Spencer was caught off guard at how meek and unsure y/ns voice was, but hid it for y/ns sake. "oh y/n, I'll always like you" Spencer lowered himself into a half squat to be at y/ns level as he said this.

JJ watched from across the room as Spencer gave y/n small reassurances in a soft and gentle voice. And as Spencer reached out to rub y/ns arm lovingly, Derek walks in and was stopped in his tracks at the scene in front of him. Spencer had now climbed onto the bed next to y/n, between him and the rest of the room. As if protecting him. Spencer was slouched down to y/ns level, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles on his hand. Y/n leaned onto Spencer's should as they spoke. This is the same man who had once given Derek the cold shoulder for a week when he asked y/n to give him a smile. Morgan looked at jj confused and jj just shrugged, before suggesting they leave and call Penelope to make sure she knows he okay.

"My shoulder hurts Spencer" y/n said with his eyes closed in a meek voice. "I know it does love, but the pain medication will take effect in a couple minutes, okay?" Spencer handled the out of it y/n with ease, knowing what to say and what to do in perfect time. Y/n whined into spencers chest and said “i cant remember anything spencer- whats my birthday?”. Spencer chuckled quietly at y/n’s worries and responds in a gentle, loving voice “dont worry y/n, i can remember for both of us. And your birthday is (your birthday).”

y/n hugged spencer as a silent thank you for his willingness to be there. And as y/ns eyes began to drift closed, getting heavier and heavier spencer mumbled to himself “ill remember for both of us..” with a small on his lips.

The End