#something about rickys eyebrows is so slay

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THEY ARE SO CUNTY

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Serial Love-3

A/N: Hey Ya’ll here is the finale to Serial Love. I hope you all enjoyed it as much I loved writing it. I’ll be back shortly with some drabbles. But here is this to get you by in the interim. 

Spencer had to tamp down the excitement that came over him when J.J. slid a case file across the conference room table that morning. He recognized the case as one that you had talked about at dinner the night before and could only hope that MPD was inviting the BAU in to investigate.

“As you all know, there have been a series of slayings in the greater DC area. This killer seems to cross socio-economic borders, as well as gender and ethnic borders,” J.J. explained, displaying the pictures of the 4 most recent victims.

“How does MPD know these aren’t just singular cases? I mean, if that’s the case, then why are they calling us in?” Derek questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“That’s where it gets weird,” J.J. started, pulling up the ME reports from all 4 victims, “They all had this singular letter ‘a’ on their inner thigh-“

“In a pentagram,” Spencer finished, running his finger along the photo. “This is like that case in Indiana we had last year, isn’t it?” He queried, finally looking up.

“Exactly,” J.J. sighed “We were called in because they just got a transfer from Indiana who recognized the killings as one she had dealt with last year. I believe they said her name was Detective Y/L/N.”

“Oh, I think that’s the one that Pretty Ricky kept ogling while we were there.” Derek laughed and patted Spencer on the shoulder. Spencer spluttered in disbelief as he shook off the gesture and scowled in Derek’s direction.

“IQ of 187, slashed to 60 just like that,” Emily quipped, stifling a soft laugh.

“Let’s uh, let’s just focus on the case at hand,” Spencer mumbled, pulling pictures and reports from the files.

“Do we think we’re dealing with the same unsub, or does it look more like a copycat?” Derek questioned, placing pictures from the two cases side by side.

“Copycat” Spencer mused. He traced one finger over a photo from Indiana. “The ones from D.C. have hesitation marks. See where the line falters a little bit here? But, when we go over to Indiana, the lines are crisp, almost surgical. Which makes sense because we found out the unsub had been expelled from medical school when the first killings started.”

“Alright then,” Hotch smiled, a half smile, but rare nonetheless. “I guess you weren’t ogling over that detective the entire time.”

“I told you all I wasn’t! She appreciated my facts unlike the 7 of you!” Spencer screeched and snatched his coffee off the table, walking out to his desk. He pulled his phone out and sent you a text. He might be annoyed with his coworkers, but he was beyond excited to work with you again.

Spence: Guess we have a case together (;

Y/N: I know. I can’t wait! See you in a bit, Love you, Spence

*****

45 minutes later and the BAU came through the doors of MPD, case files in hand. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the form of Spencer. Sure, you saw him every day, but there was something about him at work. The way he carried himself, the badge hanging from his hip that gave him authority. His hair looking messier than it had that morning when he left.

“Good Morning Agents, nice to see you again.” You smiled and held out your hand to Derek, and Aaron. Spencer gave a small wave and you smiled “Kissing boy, right? It was Dr. Reid if I remember right?” You watched a small blush spread across Spencer’s face as he nodded.

“Alright, what do we have here?” Derek questioned walking over to the cork board on the other side of the bullpen. You followed on his heels.

“Remember last year in Indiana, that doctor killing those women? We think this is a copycat.” You explained, pinning up pictures of the victims. “However the victimology is different. But this one uses the same method of torture, and then this,” You pointed to a small letter ‘a’ in a pentagram. “But this one seems to have more hesitation marks than the one in Indiana did.

“Dr. Reid came to the same conclusion this morning. He said the lines falter on the 3rd and 4th victims, like he’s having second thoughts about killing these women,” Derek mused.

“Exactly,” You mumbled softly and turned to walk back to your desk.

On your way back, you passed the young doctor, he was talking to your co-worker Maria about the case. At least he was talking about the case, you could tell from her body language that she wasn’t thinking about the case in the slightest.

“That sounds absolutely fascinating, Dr. Reid” Her words dripped with sexual energy and you had to keep yourself from pouncing on her in the bullpen. Wouldn’t do much to keep your relationship a secret if you jumped on the poor woman.

“Y-Yeah, w-we aren’t sure if these are ritualistic killings. But we think they might be. Or at least someone obsessed with the killer from Indiana,” Spencer spluttered.

“Enough about Indiana. I hear about that stupid dinky state from Y/N over there all the time. Tell me about you. What’s someone of your,” She looked him up and down seductively “caliber doing as an SSA for the FBI. Surely you could get an awesome promotion with those eyes, and that brain.”

“I like the BAU. I don’t like the thought of being in an office all day at a desk. This way I can get out and see the world-well, the country, on the government’s dime,” Spencer laughed softly and took a sip of his coffee. His eyes met yours, you looked angry and he quietly excused himself from Maria. Walking over to your desk coffee and case file in hand.

“You doing okay?” He whispered opening the file and pointing to something so you didn’t draw attention.

“Fine.” You spat out standing up and walking down the hall to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on your face usually did the trick.

“You doing alright sweetie?” A kind woman asked you. You knew she worked with Spencer but you weren’t sure of her name.

“Yeah, I just get so frustrated with this job sometimes,” You smiled softly and held out your hand “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Emily,” The woman smiled and took your hand. “Now, are you getting frustrated over the case or over someone flirting with your boyfriend?”

“Wh-What are you talking about?” You stuttered, you had been very careful about your relationship with Spencer. Your own parents didn’t even know his name for fear that they would tell someone and it would be all over.

“You and Spencer. It doesn’t take a profiler to see there’s something going on there. You’ve been together since the case in Indiana, or shortly after. Am I hitting on all the right points? He was the only name you remembered when we came in today, the way you’ve been making eye contact with him, it’s like you two share a secret. The last few months, Spencer has come in to work with a little more pep in his step and a little perkier than usual. I don’t think it’s the coffee…” Emily raised her eyebrows suggestively and you couldn’t help but laugh and cast your eyes down.

“He’s amazing. I want to scream it from the rooftops that I’m in love with Spencer Reid. But, I would also like this to be something that we have between the two of us for the time being. It’s exciting, but it’s been wonderful,” You sighed dreamily.

“So tell everyone. We want our little genius to be happy and I bet you everyone in that bull pen would like you to be happy as well.” Emily explained, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. A soft smile crossed your face and you nodded.

“Alright,” You straightened your shoulders and walked into the bull pen. “Hey! Spencer!” You called. Spencer’s fawn curls bounced slightly as he looked up. You smirked and made your way across the room, pulling Spencer down into a toe-curling kiss. He shakily set down his coffee mug and wrapped an arm around your waist, dipping you slightly. All too soon though he pulled away.

“I think I’m ready for everyone to know,” He whispered and kissed you again.

“Finally,” Derek muttered and turned back to the files.

“I thought he’d never admit it,” J.J. piped up.

“Yeah, what’s it been like a year?” Rossi added with a small chuckle.

“Something like that,” Spencer muttered, pulling you closer and kissing your head.

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