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Happy birthday, Tara

Book: Mother of the year

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Tara)

Summary: It's Tara's birthday and Thomas it's determined to make it special.

Warning: nsfw / sex / fluff

Words: 3673

Note: As always, English it's not my first language. Hope you likes enjoy it as I did writing it! It's not a second part, but continue the line of By her side I just love this two! Let me know if you want to be added in the tag list.

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Tara's birthdays never was a very important thing for her… When she was with Guy, he used to said it was just a regular day, that it was stupid spend a lot of money in things like a cake or expensive gifts, even when he made a huge meal with his friends every year. At that moment she didn't care, she thought she was happy with him. Thankfully, eventually, things ended with him and she discovered what real happiness was. After Rory's born, Tara didn't care about her birthday either, she was always busy, tired or broken, but she didn't mind, Rory was with her, she was her everything and they were happy in their little own world.

Her alarm began to blare and, without open her eyes, she turned it off. This year, even when everything was really, really good, she felt a little sad that Rory wasn't with her this time. 

"Stay, enjoy your birthday." Thomas's sleepy voice said from beside her. He turned and hugged her from behind, kissing her nape. "Happy birthday, gorgeous". She could feel his smile on her neck while he kept kissing her there. She loved his lips on her back, neck, lips… Honestly, everywhere. 

"I can't miss work, Thomas" she said smiling, feeling his hand in her belly, brining her near to his chest. "Don't be a bad influence on me". She giggled softly.

"Me? Never" Thomas said while his lips started kissing behind her ear softly. "I just think… Since it's your birthday… We could take the day off… And enjoy ourselves since the girls are gone" Every pause he made was accompanied with a kiss on each of her favorite places to be kissed. Rory and Luz were in a four days field trip with Eiko and the rest of their class at NASA, Houston. They had programmed lots of conferences, guide tours, workshops, meet and greet with some astronauts, etc. Needless to say how exciting Rory was. However, Tara felt a little insecure, she never was so many days separated from her and a such distance.

"You think we should call them? Just to be sure?" She said turning in his arms to face him. "Or maybe text Eiko! She can tell us if they are okay"

"Sweetie, you talked with Eiko last night and the girls send a selfie after that. They probably are just waking up too. They are okay." He said while caressed absently her back.

"I know... you right! I'm sorry" She kissed him on the lips. "I really should get up"

"Probably" He said leading her even closer to his chest while his mouth went to her neck, kissing there and biting a tiny part of skin. Tara closed her eyes with a smile on her face, sighing happily while her fingers touched Thomas's hair. "But again, you could always choose don't go and celebrate your birthday with me." He redirect his lips to her mouth, kissing her deeply.

"Fine, fine! You win!" She said laughing at his triumphant look. "Just let me text Sally to let her know, I hope I don't complicate the things in the shop... Are you gonna call to the study?" She said taking her phone and writing a text to Sally.

"No, I let them know yesterday." He said with a satisfied grin. God, she loved his smile.

"You, Mr. Mendez, are terrible" Tara giggled.

'Hey Sally! If it's not much problem, and I'm so sorry for the short notice, but since it's my birthday, can I take the day off? If you need me there, please let me know' 

'Happy birthday Tara! Yesterday, Alma thought that maybe you take the day off so we are prepared for it. Enjoy your day and see you tomorrow!

"Done?" He asked, caressing her waist under her t-shirt.

"Done".

"Good" He rolled her so she could be on top of him. Tara laughed happily before looked him more serious, with adoration, stroking his cheek softly. Nine months had passed since the trial against Guy ended, and she still couldn't believe how everything went, Rory was with her, Guy out of their lives definitely and all thanks to this amazing man under her. She leane to kiss him, slowly, enjoying his lips against hers. They both deepened the kiss, mouths more demanding that before and his hands traveling to her hips. 

"Oh my god!" She said hiding her head on his shoulder while Thomas laughed. Her stomach decide to demand food… in that moment... loudly.

"Okay gorgeous, let's make this right! First thing: breakfast. How about that place you like, the one with the rooftop?"

"Yes, please!" She kissed his cheek and got up. They change, Thomas in a simple jersey and black jeans and Tara in a short blue dress. Although everything was amazingly good between them, they decide not live together yet. However, they both had each other's home keys and some clothes of them and the girls in both places. At first they tried to hide their relationship from Luz and Rory, they didn't wanted to excite them in advance, just in case. The only problem was that they sucked hiding their happiness and the way they interacted each other every time they were together, so they had to come clean with them. The day before of her birthday, she went back to her apartment after work and invite him to stay with her.

She took her jacket and purse, he grabbed his car keys and they left the apartment holding hands. The coffee they went was a beautiful building with a huge sunny rooftop, Tara didn't know if was the sun, the fresh air up there or the flowers around her, but this was the most relaxing place for her in the whole city and she loved share it with Thomas. His eyes, more blue than normal thanks to the bright sun, were fixed on her.

"What?" She asked with her cheeks a little more pink and a sweet smile on her lips.

"Nothing, I like see you happy" They kissed sweetly while Tara's foot began to climb his leg slowly under the table and she felt how his cheeks turned hot. "Don't tease me Tara, you know the effect this have on me" He said without breaking the kiss.

"That's why it's so funny to do" she smiled.

"You know? That it's still one of my favorites memories of us" He said taking her hand. "Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of moments that I love, but that one was the first time I felt ready to start this with you… And I really wanted to kiss you in front of everyone." 

"I'm glad". She said intertwining their fingers. "Cause I really wanted to kiss you too"

In that moment, the waitress came with a big breakfast for them: coffee, orange juice, a couple of beautifully decorated cupcakes, toasts, waffles and some fruits.

While they were eating, her phone rang and a video call from Eiko appears in the screen.

"It's Eiko" she said frowning, rushing to answered. When she did, and two huge smiles occupied the screen, she laughed at the sight of her daughter and Luz so happy. "Hi girls! Good morning! How's everything going?" She turned the phone so Thomas could see them too. 

"Oh my god mom, this place it's incredible! Look look!!" Rory took the phone and spin it around, showing them computers, rocket's parts, some graphics and other stuff that she couldn't identified. She return the focus on Luz and her. "But we didn't call you for that, we wanted to wish you happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, Tara! Hi dad!" Luz said smiling.

"Hi Lulu! Hi Rory! Are you behaving well, Luz?" He asked worried while Tara giggled.

"Yes, I am! Rory and Mrs. Matsunaga can tell you all about!" Luz said, proud.

"It's true! She only pushed August ones when he tried to get ahead of us in line!" Rory said, she looked something above the camera and then return her focus on them "Anyway, we have to go! Happy birthday mom! I love you! Bye Thomas!"

"Happy birthday again Tara, have a great day! Love you dad! Bye!"

"Bye girls! Enjoy and take care! Both of you! Love you!"

"Listen to everything Mrs. Matsunaga says! Have fun!" 

Eiko's face appears in the screen. 

"Hi guys! Happy birthday Tara! The girls are more than okay, so you both can be relaxed! I call if something happens but so far, everything it's perfect!" She said happily. "Anyway, I have to go, have an awesome day Tara, when I return, we will definitely celebrate with a drink." She winked and the call ends. 

After finished the breakfast, they went to take a walk through a fair full of flowers, artisans, antiques, farmers, etc. Thomas sneaked his arm in Tara's shoulders and she hugged him by the waist. Luckily, the fair wasn't crowded and they could enjoy watching everything. Thomas buy her a ring she saw on one of the booth, a thin silver band with a beautiful piece of pyrite in the middle. She slipped in her finger, making it sparke in the light while he kissed the side of her head. She loved it and couldn't stop smiling at him. 

Seeing Tara so happy, made Thomas's heart feel full of happiness and warm, she had suffered so much, moving there, dealing with PTA of the school, fighting against Guy, he just wanted to give her the world. Once the fair hadn't nothing more to offered, they started to walk through the car when she saw a poster in a movie theater that bring her attention.

"Casablanca! I love this movie, it's one of my favorites! Although I never have the chance to see it in theater" Thomas hugged her from behind, checking the time.

"The next function starts in 10 minutes, do you want to see it? After all, it's your day"

"You really want to? You sure?" While she leaned into his embrace.

"Of course, I like this movie!" He narrowed his eyes, and with a deeper, sensual voice said "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine"

She turned to him in his arms laughing softly, putting both of her hands in his chest and, batting her eyelashes, said "Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time" and he did it. Softly. Sweetly. Lovingly. They went inside, hand in hand, bought two tickets, sweet popcorn, Tara's favorite, and soda. The movie was great, in some part they chatted quietly and at the end, during the final kiss and goodbye, Thomas saw a few tears falling from her eyes. He didn't liked see her crying, not even for a movie… She already had cried too much. He took her hand in his, giving it a little squeeze and she puts her head in his shoulder with a soft sigh.

After the movie, they bought some supplies for dinner, he wanted to take her to some fancy restaurant and spoiled her, but she preferred something more relaxed. 

"Do you mind if we go to my place? I need to check a few things" He said while they started to walk to his car.

"Of course not. Let's go" Tara said entering in the car. 

Once they arrive, Tara put some music and went to the bedroom to leave her jacket, purse and shoes. When she returned, Thomas was cooking, humming a Joss Stone song that sounded on the background and she stood there, watching him, enjoying and loving the sight. She walked toward him, hugged from behind and singing along with Joss in his ear "Don't you know he is some kind of wonderful" 

"Oh nice, you think I'm adorable and wonderful, huh?" That damn beautiful smile of him on his lips. 

"Shut up and kiss me, dork" She said moving on front of him.

His mouth were in hers in an instant, one of his hands went to the small of her back while the other turned off the oven as she hugged him by the neck, deepening the kiss. He pushed her against the counter while his tongue started to move in her mouth and she pressed tight against him, wanting to feel every part of his body. Thomas's mouth started travel to her neck, kissing and sucking a bit, while his hands caressing her hips. She put a single finger in the waist of his pants, leading him between her legs, closer. A groan escaped his lips and she felt the bulk of his pants grew considerably against her, putting a delicious pressure between her legs and she started to feel her body on fire like always used to happens when they where alone. 

"Tara…? You want to…?"

"Yes… I want. Every. Single. Part. Of you"

"Thank god" he said and his hands grabbed her ass tightly. This wasn't the first time they made love but every time felt like their skins were burning, wanting to feel each other, wanting to be one. He raised her, with his hands still on her butt, and carried her to the bedroom with her legs around his waist while her mouth went to his shoulder and bite softly but hard enough to make him close his eyes for a second. Another groan leave him and she loved it.

They fell in the bed with their mouths together, hard against each other, while one of Thomas's hands began to roam torturously slowly in her leg up to her thigh, removing her dress out of the way. She shivered in anticipation. 

"So eager" He said in her ear, his breath hot, so hot, and his voice deep, full of desire, nibbing her earlobe. 

"For you? Always" Tara said, caressing his stomach and chest while she took off his jersey. He sat down with her on his lap, his lips on hers and his hands peeling off her dress. Once in her underwear, a black lace bra and panties transparent enough to drive him crazy, he started to kiss her chest, between her breasts, touching them with one hand while the other caressed her hips and leg. He took off her bra, kissing, cupping, touching with his tongue her boobs, making her moaned, he took his time with them both, making them hard rock and sensitive to his touch. Thomas's lips returned to her mouth while her hands pushed him closer by his pants, removing his belt and unbolting it.

"This off. Now". He obey, dropping it on the floor and returning a top of her. 

"Tell me what you want" 

She kissed him hard and tugged his bottom lip softly. "I want your mouth all over me"

His lips traveled by her throat, neck, shoulders, breast, belly, leaving tiny marks and goosebumps, he could feel the hot of her skin inside his mouth, like a fire that it's going to consume him. His mouth finally landed between her legs, softly kissing above her panties before remove them slowly until he dropped it to the floor.

"So ready for me" Thomas said with his breath hot against her skin, making her tremble. His tongue went inside her, touching her clit barely at first, holding her hips in place, provoking her until she let out a groan. He started to eat her out, licking and sucking her pussy hard, putting one finger inside her and starting to moving it, after a few moments, a second finger joined and he move them faster and deeper. 

Tara's eyes were closed and her mouth open, breathing hard and moaning loudly, her hands on his hair, grabbing it like an anchor, her hips moving with his mouth and fingers, desperate for some release.

"Fuck Thomas". She never swear except in sex with him, he loved to hear her saying that kind of things, losing control in his arms. He could feel in his mouth how close she was to coming, with one hand he took off his boxers finally settling free his dick, while his mouth return to hers in a heatedly kiss, he rolled up a condom and pressed his hips to hers, before pushing in.

"Stop… teasing… me" she said between painting, with their mouths still together. "I need you"

So his dick enter her pussy hard, filling her, making her moan loudly, her hands in his back while her nails scratched his skin. He groan in her ear while starting bang in and out faster.

"Damn Tara, you drive me crazy"

"Don't stop Thomas… Please don't stop"

"Never"

He kissed her throat feeling the vibrations of her moans in his lips while her legs rolled up around him, pulling him even close. They both were moaning and panting, skin hot and sweated, hands touching everywhere.

"Say my name, baby" Keeping the thrusts while one of his hands start caressing her clit again. Her back arching at him, overwhelmed, holding at his shoulders with her knuckles white. "Moan for me"

"Oh my god, Thomas! Yes!" Her eyes firmly closed, pleasure all over her factions. "Shit… I… Thomas, I'm almost… Fuck!" her voice shallow.

"Come to me, Tara" His thrusts and her loud moans filling the room. She couldn't resist anymore, it was too much, he was too much. 

Realising a final groan of pleasure while saying his name, she come hard, shivering like crazy, still holding his shoulders. A few seconds later, he followed her, cumming inside her before falling on top of her, being careful to not crushed her. The stay like that for a moments, panting and catching their breaths, Tara's hand caressing his hair while his head was in her chest. 

"Definitely… best birthday ever." She said with her voice still a little taken. He chuckled, rested his elbows on the bed and kissed her softly.

"I have something for you" he said getting up and putting his boxer on while she dress up in her panties and some Thomas's t-shirt that looked oversized on her. She loved sleep in his t-shirt, even when they sleep together, feeling the smell of his aftershave lotion and perfume in her skin was one of her favorite things. He went through his closet and took a little wrapped package, return to bed and sit beside her, kissing her cheek. "Happy birthday, beautiful"

She sit up a little more straight and opened it. Inside was a gorgeous white gold chain with a delicate 'T' on it, also in white gold. She stood there in silence, staring at it, with her fingers touching it delicately and her eyes bright with tears.

Thomas's heart aching. Maybe she didn't like it, maybe she hated white gold, or the initial, what if she thought it was a way to take claim of her, since they both shared the initial? Oh god, maybe she was waiting an engagement ring? He knew he should checked the gift with Rory. 

"We can do it in yellow gold if you preferred, I just notice you never use yellow gold but maybe I mistaken. Or you can changing it if you don't like it, for something else--"

"No! No, it's perfect! I love it! It's just…" a tear fall down on her cheek and she dried it with a tiny smile. "I can't even remember the last time someone made my birthday so special" he lead her near to his chest and hugged her tight, kissing her forehead. "Don't get me wrong, be with Rory it's the best thing in my life, wouldn't change it for anything… But, this birthday, with you, was just amazing… You didn't had to do all this, you know that, right?"

"I know I didn't had to, I wanted to. You deserve this and so much more." He said caressing her cheek and kissing her softly. "And I have the intention to give you everything I can. I love you, Tara" That it. The first time he told her those three words. There was no hesitation in his voices, his eyes full of love and his hands holding her close.

"I love you too, Thomas" They kiss again, slow and deep, putting all their feelings in it. She took the chain out of the box, and turned, directing her back to him, holding her hair up with one hand. "Help me putting it?" She said smiling wide while handing him the chain.

"Of course" Thomas kissed her nape before hanging the necklace in place and close it behind her neck. She turned to him, glowing of happiness.

"How do I look?" She was sitting on his lap, with his t-shirt and her lace panties on, her hair messy after sex falling on her shoulders, a huge smile and the 'T' in her chest.

"Like the most beautiful woman in the world" They snuggled together in bed, covering with a blanket. 

"So…" she said touching delicately the chain around her neck. "This is why you wanted to came here?" A playful smile on her face.

"Maybe" He told, with his cheek a little red. She giggled and snuggled near to him, putting her head in his chest.

"Thank you Thomas, I really love it" he could feel her smile on his skin.

"We didn't finish the dinner" Thomas said after a moment of silence, with his hand on her waist, caressing there, holding her close to him. "You want me to bring something to eat?"

"Forget it. I'm enjoying this way too much so don't you dare move of here" She kissed softly his chest. "I just realized that this was the first time we had a whole day for us… No working, no schedules or crazy PTA parents… I miss the girls a lot, but this was wonderful"

"Yeah, I haven't noticed that either… it was nice having you all for myself" He kissed her forehead again before they both started to fall asleep, holding each other close. 

❣️

[stunudo]

Technicolor

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Female Reader    

Setting: Season 11

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings in the tags, A/N at the end.

Your name: submit What is this?

It was the blue of the scrubs on Grey’s Anatomy. The vague blue color that people generally refer to as “sky” blue. It wasn’t vibrant like robin’s egg blue or slightly toxic as cornflower blue always felt. It was simultaneously solid and unsubstantial a hue on the spectrum of all blues. This blue dropped your jaw, shut off your thoughts and changed the entire course of your future. The little line intersecting the generic horizontal strip was the blue of a positive pregnancy test.

You were with child.

What kind of absurd phrase is that? The English language is full of useless and uncomfortable words and expressions. Most of them outdated and dealing with socially awkward topics like menstruation and masturbation. You didn’t feel like you were with anything. You felt shell shocked. Then another color flooded your mind, a bright chocolate brown. The warm orbs that would be instantly enraptured with the tiny bunch of cells replicating inside you. Spencer’s excited eyes were the richest color you could imagine. It was then that the hope for that forming person sparked within your heart.

The pressed suits and the briefcases, the credential wallets and the wing tips. The streamlined professionalism of FBI black was notorious. Films were made and phrases were coined about the men in black. The secretive nature of the work elaborated into conspiracies by the media overshadowing the mind numbing details each case required. You wore a muted grey pantsuit with a saffron silk scarf around your neck for cheerfulness.

Hotch, the definitive agent, for the expression of FBI black entered the round table room more somberly than even his stoic norm.

“Everyone, I need your utmost discretion at this time.” Hotch locked eyes on every member of the BAU team. “At 8:17 this morning, a single shooter entered the Forest Glen School in Ellicott City, Maryland.”

Garcia stood, her red lips a grimace as she quietly stated the known casualties. “The principal was discovered by one of the assistants shot multiple times. The shooter seems to have a dedicated list of targets, as none of the others in the surrounding offices were shot. One administrator was knocked unconscious with the butt of the rifle.”

“Have any of the students been shot?” JJ asked stone faced.

“Not according to the latest reports.”

“Has anyone identified the assailant?” Morgan looked over the grainy stills of the security camera footage.

“He is a white guy, medium build, early thirties.”

“What age are the students?” You asked before Spencer could interject his statistics.

“Middle school.”

“So we have a school full of tweens who could panic at any moment.” Lewis muttered.

“According to the daily attendance and an estimated staff roster, there are an additional 430 potential victims.” Garcia dropped another harrowing fact into your laps.

“He is not acting like a school shooter or a vigilante. I think our unsub has a clear purpose. Garcia, start searching any parents or former employees with grievances against the principal and school specifically.” Your genius squinted into the provided rough floor plan of the school.

“Cross check that with a military or police background, this guy got inside without anyone noticing or stopping him.” Rossi added, his salt and pepper features accenting the wizened creases to this face.

“We are going to assist on site, Morgan and I will drive. See you out front in five minutes.” Hotch dismissed the team.

Spencer leaned down and collected the physical files while the rest of the team moved along after grabbing their tablets. His brunette curls sliding down to obscure him from your view. He wore a blue Oxford shirt with a dark gray sweater vest that nearly matched his pleated pants. How could the world exist in this paradox? In one breath there was a madman shooting up a school and in the next there was the absurdly long lines and soft angles of the man you married. A man whose hands knew only gentleness and dramatic expression. Spencer Reid, gentleman personified, was going to be a father and you couldn’t even tell him. Not yet. Not until this case was behind you all. And so you stood for an exaggerated moment in quiet appreciation of your husband and all he embodied.

The fall foliage whipped passed the tinted windows of the government issued vehicles. Marigold and tangerine merging as if into flames. It was oddly quiet in the cab, despite having four agents occupying the space that only two would normally. The taupe interior reflective of the muted atmosphere. Spencer mindlessly held your right hand in his left as he examined the exits and perimeter established by the local police. You weren’t focusing on the case, you weren’t focusing on anything. You traced gentle patterns onto his knuckles.

“You usually only do that when you’re trying to stay awake through one of my documentaries.” Spencer murmured without looking up.

You smiled at the image of you two cuddled on the couch instead of driving into danger, again. “I guess I am pretty tired, I only had one cup this morning.”

Spencer’s eyebrows jumped somewhere between shock and impressed. “Are you feeling alright?” His smirk, hollowed his cheeks. You rolled your eyes. Slyly he checked the rear view mirror in front of Hotch, before he stole a kiss on your exposed neck. You stifled the squeal he elicited, but the knowing glint in the Unit Chief’s dark eyes told you, he didn’t mind your barely hidden affections.

The dark vests were stacked in the back of the SUV that Morgan drove. Rossi handed them out as you inserted your communication earbud. The playground stretched before you, surrounded by a monumental blacktop. White painted lines indicated different courts and games, the silence and stark nature of the scene sent chills up your spine. Spencer held up his elbow, with a slight nudge of his chin, you rechecked his vest. Working together had always been part of the relationship; it was these unspoken routines that showed others you were a unit. The navy blue accented his outfit nicely, Spencer’s scanned the crowd of law enforcement surrounding the barricades from his higher vantage point.

You doubled checked your weapons and he rolled up his shirt sleeves. JJ and Hotch were talking with the locals, trying to keep the media out until more evacuations could be made. Rossi, Morgan and Tara were quietly discussing triggers for the unsub. This was Tara’s first case with kids in the line of fire; you found situations like this brought a new understanding to the term ‘clear and present danger’.

“We should be communicating by now. The most successful hostage negotiations begin within the first hour of stand off.” Spencer’s brow is furrowed, he is on edge. Not everyone would be able to tell that this pucker of his pink lips means agitation instead of concentration. You do.

“We aren’t dealing with a typical hostage situation. We’re dealing with an assassin or a bounty hunter.” You conclude, shielding your eyes from the crisp autumn sunlight.

The stone halls of the school were cavernous, the same multifaceted shimmer radiated from the floor and up the walls. The power had been cut, so the deep shafts of light from the vaulted windows gave the space an added hush of a library. The adrenaline coursing through you and your teammates was more fitting a boxing ring than a courtyard for four square. The children on the first floor had been safely evacuated. There were two classes whose rooms were left unchecked and two newly deceased victims.

The goal was to talk the shooter down and ensure the school was completely evacuated. You were set in two teams; Morgan, you and Rossi on unsub detail while Lewis, JJ and Spencer were set to secure the potential remaining students and faculty. At the first fork, stairs rose in both directions. You locked eyes on your tall husband before following Morgan’s sweat coated head. His face softened briefly, you blushed, damning hormones and distractions. You signed the American Sign Language for ‘I love you’ before turning up the south stairwell. He nodded and followed his team up the northern set.

It’s the dark ringed yellows of a negative, the darkness that isn’t black but cannot be defined as anything else. Your mind is protesting against the strain on your muscles, your shortish legs taking the stairs in two or three step intervals. The heartbeat is rushing through your ears, the comm device loose against your collar. You wouldn’t listen to their pleas to stand down, their calm voices trying to rationalize a retreat, a detour to find the students, anything to break your direct route to Spencer. To the perilous trap that his team had found themselves in. You were sprinting down the hallway faster than you had ever been clocked. The shadows overtaking you as your reached the final bend.

You were going to hide it in a book for him to find. The plastic cap secured over the test strip so not to sully any beloved pages. You couldn’t remember what he was reading last, but you were hoping for a classic like “The Origin of the Species” or “Fathers and Sons.” You hadn’t planned it out much beyond that.

You weren’t expecting to get pregnant right away. After the wedding and honeymoon costs, you both agreed to save for a house before actively trying to create a miniature genius. Sometimes crazy schedules make for inconsistent taking of medication, such as the pill. Your bodies worked, despite the exhaustion and stress of the BAU. In a moment of joining with the man you adored and who had sworn himself to you, not five months ago. Some part of him had truly become part of you. You held possibilities, impatiently, yearning to share those with the great calculator himself.

There was a man’s voice shouting at the end of the hall, a pale oak door swung limply, having been forced open. You steadied your pace and readied your Glock, JJ’s voice came wafting out faintly. “We— help you. Just put— no. Drop it!”

Shots were fired before you reached the doorway, the unsub’s body half blocking you from entering the room. You checked for a pulse before scanning the room. The old blackboards had been replaced with glossy whiteboards, giving the chaotic scene unfolding before you a clinical overtone. JJ’s voice was barking into her vest walkie, words that meant nothing when her hands were coated in scarlet.

Her golden locks flipped back and forth calling to you, calling to Lewis. Lewis had been shot in the leg, you should check on her. Spencer was with the two other female agents, they were meant to secure the students. Where was Spencer? It was then a ripping sound drew your glazed attention to a light blue Oxford shirt with a pooling stain, much like spilled ink spreading across the front.

“Y/N, Y/N talk to me. Y/N, he needs you right now. Can you do that?” JJ was pleading with you. You snap to it. You kneel beside your convulsing husband and take the sleeve that JJ ripped to try to stop the bleeding long enough to get paramedics through. You haven’t looked at him yet, you are following orders. You are disassociating like a trained professional. Or a sociopath. Whichever shoves her hand in her husband’s side and gapes at the warmth of his spilling blood.

Your hands are caked when JJ speaks again. “I am going to check the last classroom for survivors. The medics are on their way, powers back, so we can get a gurney up the elevator now.” JJ checks her cartridge before stepping over the bulk of murderer left at the door.

There were no desks in the room. There were bleached wooden tables cut into semi-circles. The chairs were splattered around the room like uncollected jacks. Spencer’s cool touch found your forearm, this was real. The gold of his wedding band shone against the anemic pallor of his hand. You closed your eyes, trying to dam the tears back.

“You were supposed to be clearing the remaining classrooms.” You bit at your husband. Spencer’s eyes flashed with the briefest confusion with your tone before shining with the challenge.

“And you were supposed to be talking down the unsub, we both suck at our jobs.” Spencer smirked, but his eyes were drooping.

“Well, can’t call it a day, yet, Doc. I need that big brain of yours.”

“Okay, shoot.” Spencer chuckled, nearly dislodging the makeshift bandage. “Poor choice of words, forgive me.”

You readjusted your position, you now straddled Spencer’s thighs, to give you equal pressure to the GSW. “Alright, so what the hell was this unsub’s deal?!”

Spencer’s eye sockets looked deeper than ever, the pink from his lips was fading. Every ridge of his chiseled face was accentuated. Somewhere behind him, you heard Lewis inching towards your huddled forms. “Y/N, Y/N can you hand me Reid’s belt?”

Your head snapped up, there five feet away was Tara Lewis sprawled out and bleeding from a lower thigh shot. “Oh god, Lewis, I’m sorry, I, shit!” Keeping one hand on Spencer’s wound, you undid his belt, clumsily.

“You pick the weirdest times to get fresh with me, Mrs. Reid.” Spencer’s voice cracked and his eyes couldn’t stay open.

“Yeah, well, just keep talking, Dr. Reid, you know how we like to hear you ramble.” You try to keep him engaged, try to keep him conscious. You have to roll his body to get the belt completely off, it was difficult, but Lewis had reached you to help. After securing her own tourniquet, Lewis took over for you. You shook your arms out and stretched before kneeling down again, cradling Spencer’s face in your lap. He was completely unconscious now. It was then the white shirts and metal frame of a stretcher burst through the destroyed door.

A nurse in stylized Mickey Mouse scrubs was washing your hands in a manila tear drop basin. Her teak hands were warm and steady, prying the flecks and remnants caked under your pale nails. It was a tender thing, letting someone take care of you. Vastly more intimate than a manicure; you felt child like. A memory of sitting on the lemon yellow toilet lid with a skinned knee and elbows flashed into your stream of consciousness. Those cloth band aids that caught every piece of fuzz and dirt one could happen across.

The nurse wiped some smudges from your face and neck, your outfit was destroyed, the outline of your Kevlar vest obvious for lack of splatter. Finally they were letting you into see your husband. It had been three hours of surgery before sleep over took your anxiety riddled body. Four hours of almost dreams and glimpses of memories before they woke you up to say he had pulled through. Thanks to you. No, thanks to Tara and JJ, you thought. Words were useless, arguing didn’t change the outcome. Spencer lived.

The sore joints from tension and sleeping in the mint coated hospital waiting room rocked through your bones. Waiting had been arduous, seeing the love of your life helplessly connected to a tangle of wires was a pitfall. Your aching body acted on its own, one foot in front of the other, closer and closer to Spencer’s unconscious body. He seemed so frail, his animated expressions hidden inside this cocoon. You placed your freshly scrubbed palm on his cheek, his natural warmth was returning. You blinked through the relief, taking his right hand in yours.

You stood there, whispering prayers of thanks to any heavenly entity who would hear you. The soreness in your bones had stretched into your lower back, yet you ignored it. The scuffle of shoes entered the recovery room.

“Mrs. Reid? His anesthesia will be wearing off shortly. Are you sure we can’t give him something for the pain?” You had begun shaking your head before the same nurse had finished speaking.

“No, he wouldn’t want any narcotics. He’s been clean for so long.”

“There are other options for pain management. A gunshot and surgery is very traumatic to the body, his heart rate would remain elevated and he might lose consciousness often.”

“What would you suggest?” You didn’t look her in the face, instead kept staring at the peaceful face of Spencer, the face before the pain returned.

“We can give him an epidural?”

“As in a spinal, like for labor and delivery?”

“Exactly, the same anesthesiologist can administer it once he is awake. It would numb him from the waist down.”

“We’ll talk about it, thank you.” You met her concerned hazel eyes, finally. They were shining, her brain firing along endless synapses. “Can I? Can I lay with him?” Your body felt suddenly heavy.

“Sure, just let me adjust his wires.” Her name was Simone, her nimble hands sorted and realigned each gadget, she worked silently and with care. Her long braid heavy on her small frame.

JJ entered Spencer’s room and found the couple asleep on the hydraulic bed. The slight beep of the monitors and their heavy breathing the only sounds that met her trained ears. She set Y/N’s go bag on the small coffee table near the solitary tan leather recliner in the corner. Her strong hands rubbed gently on Y/N’s arm, trying to rouse her.

Spencer came too first, the grimace hard on his features. JJ knew all too well that her best friend would have refused pain killers. “Hey, Spence, is there anything I can get for you?”

He took a second to gather his surroundings, absently patting Y/N’s head on his chest. “Just some water, JJ, maybe a nurse? I think I might need a change of dressing, it feels sticky.”

Y/N shifted as Spencer tried not to jostle her, the threadbare canvas colored blanket fell back and JJ gasped. Spencer’s face became alarmed. 

JJ had grabbed the call remote attached to the bedside, “We need a gurney in room 712…. no, not for the patient.”

The layers of red, burnt sienna, rust, deep auburn all layers of yours and Spencer’s blood mixing on the fabrics of your clothes, the rayon and cotton soaking and deflecting the viscous liquid in various stages. You nodded in understanding, the deep muscular ache was a familiar one, a regularly worked through pain. JJ had sat with Spencer once the doctor and nurses had readied an exam room. Your eyes glared at her, screaming ‘protect him’ from this. JJ’s fierce nature, the only person you would trust with Spencer during this time apart. The examine was over quickly, just like the pregnancy. You were allowed to shower and change once cleared. The bleach white towels in the private bathroom heavier than the innumerable hotel counterparts you had used in the three years with the BAU.  You were with child and now you were without. It had barely become a thought and it was taken from you. You sighed out a ragged breath, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You were without.

Two years later

Spencer patted the tuft of brown curls as he laid the tiny bundle into her bassinet. She was swaddled and breathing that reedy rhythm you had come to need as much as your own breath. She was perfect. Her tiny hands already showing strength and dexterity. You watched from the bed, the heavy shadows cloaking the exchange.

It was in the early morning hours that life’s colors became memories. The sepia tinged room filled with exhaustion and devotion. There had been many tears shed from that first pregnancy until these late night feedings. There would be many more ahead. But life had begun again, filled with the hope of a brighter world of tomorrows.

Request: “Could you please do an imagine where Spencer and the reader are a couple that work at the bau together and the reader gets pregnant but wants to surprise Reid and they go on a case together on which Spencer gets shot and the reader is left holding him and waiting for help and she gets a miscarriage, thank you I love you”  

A/N: Alright, so this request was pretty notorious when I first received it. I accepted it because I don’t get a lot of requests and it was content I hadn’t written before. It is rather detailed. Thank you for thinking of me and all the other people who turned it down (and if anyone else wrote it, I’m sorry I only saw the passes). I hope this covers all the angst the request suggested! I wanted to do something a little different style-wise. I hope you liked it. Also I am not a doctor, I am not sure if an epidural would be the first suggestion in this scenario, but I found it symbolically effective. xoxo Stu