(A/n: This Is The First Thing Ive Posted On Here And My First Ever Spencer Reid Oneshot So Its Not The

(A/n: this is the first thing I’ve posted on here and my first ever Spencer Reid oneshot so it’s not the best but I’m hoping to get better)

Protect the Children

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, but like…fluffy

Warnings: child endangerment, kidnapped children, kidnapping, cursing, mention of child death, cm case like descriptions, chaotically bad writing

Case synopsis: 3 young children ages 11 months to 3 years old have been kidnapped in the past week. The kidnapper being a man in his early thirties trying to recreate the murder of his wife and 3 kids. The wife’s replacement is next. And she just happened to look a lot like y/n.

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“Hey Spence.” I smile walking us to the mans desk. His eyes light up and he stands at the sound of my voice.

“Hi y/n, how was your weekend?” He asks with a smile giving me a small hug, which is highly rare for him.

“It was pretty good, actually quite boring so that was probably why. I needed the time to de stress. The last case was brutal.” I explain and he nods in acknowledgment.

“Yeah I hate when it involves kids.” He frowns and I smile softly at him.

“It’s the god parents in us.” I say nudging his side pointing his view to the photo of Spencer, JJ, Will, and I with a newly born Henry at the hospital. Bright smiles on all are faces.

“Yeah I think you’re right.” He laughs, his face now a little lighter thinking of his godson.

“Hey guys hotch wants us at the table, we got a case.” Penelope says tapping my shoulder.

“Ok thanks p.” I say and Spencer places his head softly on my shoulder.

“I’m so tired.” He laughs.

“I know spence, so am I.” I say ruffling his hair and he he lifts his head placing his forehead now on mine.

“Let’s go save some lives boy genius.” I smile and he does so back before we walk to are seats at the table. Normally this behavior and intense amount of physical contact for spencer would be odd to say the least, but we have this sort of unspoken thing. Maybe it’s just comfort maybe, and maybe it’s a quiet requited love. But us being nervous social recks, we’re comfortable as we are. Alone together. No explanation of feelings needed.

Penelope presses a button on her remote and the second the pictures on the screen pop up my heart drops.

“Three small children were kidnapped in the past week from the Boston area. Each place the children where last seen, the same Bouquet of purple hyacinth’s were left at each spot.”

“The flower of remorse and regret.” I say out loud.

“Purple is generally used to symbolize royalty and spirituality. But hyacinths can also symbolize sorrow and occasionally forgiveness, a purple hyacinth is an appropriate flower to give someone who not only deserves your respect but your gratitude, as well. So this unsub is most likely to be somewhat thankful for the children and sorrowful for kidnapping them.” Reid explains and I cringe in response. These poor babies used for some plot no doubt.

“First child taken last Friday was Renee James, a 3 year old. Her parents quickly reported her disappearance when her mother went to check her ringing phone at the park. Which was only a few feet away on a bench, and when she came back to the swing, the child was gone.” Penelope explains and my eyes widen.

“Oh my god, that couldn’t have been more than a few seconds.” JJ says surprised.

“Next victim, 2 year old mya roberts, kidnapped from her front yard as she was being babysit by her 13 year old sister 4 days ago. Also reported via 911 call by the sister within the hour.” Penelope continues.

“And last victim jake smalls, a 11 month old taken from his crib after the home was broken into last night. Luckily the home had cameras so we have a video of the kidnapper. While he is in a hoodie and ski mask we know he is a white man due to his build and the skin showing around his wrist.” Garcia concludes and the whole room is on edge. You can feel the tension is the air. Cases with babies don’t have the best track record for ending well.

“This is a time sensitive case. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says and I throw my head back rubbing my temples letting out a sigh.

“I’m sorry.” I hear Spencer say from next to me as the group starts to get ready for the trip.

“Why are you sorry Spence, you didn’t do anything wrong?” I ask looking over at him.

“I just know you hate kids cases, and having two in a row is hard.” He says softly placing his hand on my shoulder in an awkward attempt to comfort me.

“I just wish I wasn’t so good with them. Cause it causes hotch to put me upfront on these cases. And it just mentally drains me. Especially ones like these. I know it’s a bad way to start off a case but I just have such a bad feeling. Worse than usual.” I explain my breath becoming un even.

“I just keep seeing that babies face.” I explain my body feeling stiff as I recall the lack of sleep from the night before.

“I lied to you earlier. I couldn’t sleep at all this weekend, every time I shut my eyes I saw his little face in my brain. I just didn’t want to worry you.” I say and he lets me slip my arms around his waist. The last case didn’t end well. That’s why hotch gave us the whole weekend. A baby was murdered and the autopsy showed that it had only happened an hour before we got there. We were to late and I found the body.

“It will be ok y/n, we’re all here to support you and we’re gonna get this guy.” Spencer says softly rubbing my back. I take a deep breath in and sit up.

“You’re right, let’s go. Hotch is right, this is time sensitive.” I say and we both get up heading to the jet.

Once we get there we’re last on the plane and Derek laughs.

“Of course the last ones on the plane are the lovebird. What were you up to out there pretty boy?” He says and I roll my eyes with a smile at his teasing.

“Shut up Derek and leave the children alone.” Emily says alluding to the fact that we are the youngest of the team.

“Plus we got to start going over the case. We need to be full debriefed once we get there.” Rossi says and Reid and I sit down.

“Ok so due to the remorse aspect of the kidnapping I’m thinking the children are some sort of surrogate for the unsub. I’m mean why else would a person feel bad for taking a baby unless they have felt the same feeling.” I say and jj nods.

Each person gives there insight and input till we finally pull up and head to the local crime scenes and talk with the victims family’s. I of course being sent to talk with the 13 year old sister of mya roberts. JJ sent with me.

“Hi Sarah, would you mind if I ask you a few questions.” I say softly to the young girl. Her eyes where all puffy and her hair a bit messy seeming like she had been running her hands through it constantly.

“Yeah that’s ok.” She says and me and jj take a seat across from her.

“Sarah do you think you could tell us exactly what happened in those few minutes before the kidnapping.” I say.

“Well I was watching mya out in the front yard and she was just playing with the chalk on the drive way. It was really hot that day and we had a little fan inside, so I was going to get it and bring it out on the porch. I was only gone for a second I swear.” I she says nervously fidgeting and I can tell she was holding back.

“Are you sure there’s nothing else, even the amount of time you took to get back outside can help us.” Jj says. The girl looks extremely panicked for a second till out of no where she just starts bawling.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I was only on the phone for like 5 minutes. A guy I like from my school had called and I answered the phone. I wanted him to like me and me ignoring him wouldn’t help that. It’s my fault isn’t it. I’m the reason she was kidnapped. I wasn’t paying attention.” She cries and I get up sitting next to her.

“It’s not your fault. We all make mistakes and what you just told us will help the investigation.” I say rubbing her back softly. After the girl calms down we say are goodbyes and head back to the precinct to debrief the new information and start a public announcement.

Me and jj again are paired together as we explain the situation to the public and beg people to keep a close eye on there children. We finish up and due to the time we head to the hotel for the night.

It’s now a bit later in the night and I can’t sleep the small boys face still haunting my dreams so I decide to get some fresh air outside. I pull out my phone and lean on a post at the front of the hotel. I put in my headphones and listen to some music looking up at the stars. Them not being as bright due to the smog in the city. I’m distracted for a second till I feel something hard hit my head and I’m blacked out.

General POV:

The next morning the whole team meets in the lobby to head to the precinct when they notice y/n hasn’t come down yet. Everyone try’s to call her and when they get no response Derek says-

“Go get sleeping beauty pretty boy.” And Spencer heads up to y/n’s room only to see that it’s vacant and all her clothes are still packed up.

“Guys y/n’s not in her room, I can’t find her.” Spencer says panicked and they all split up looking for her, hotch asking for the security footage of the hotel.

Spencer goes out front looking around till he sees a bouquet of purple hyacinths on the floor by a post 3 feet from the door.

Spencer then starts freaking out and runs in showing the group the flowers.

“Why would he switch his mo and take a grown woman?” Emily asks confused as they all quickly show up at the precinct even more determined now that they need to find there kidnapped friend.

“Well let’s think about what we already know. He has kidnapped 3 children and feels extremely remorseful about it and they are most likely surrogates. Maybe for his own kids. Garcia can you look for and white males in there late 20’s to mid 30’s with 3 dead children in the area.” Rossi says to Penelope over the call.

“On it.” She says her voice cracking with nerves.

“Ok so I found an article about a man, John Ross, who’s three kids, all matching the ages of the 3 kidnapped kids, where murdered in a home invasion 2 years ago…. And oh my… the wife was also murdered in the invasion and guys, she looks just like y/n.”

“There’s the connection, baby girl what happened to the home invader?” Derek asks.

“Um…. He committed suicide in his jail cell…. Oh no a week ago.” She says.

“And that’s the stressor, I think he’s trying the recreate the family he lost. Garcia we need his address. Quickly.” Hotch says and she sends the mans address, the whole team quickly running to the cars and driving off.

Y/n’s POV:

I open my eyes and see that I have been tied up tightly to a large heavy chair. Dressed in clothes that I don’t recognize. Them covered in blood that’s not my own.

I look up and see a crib and a playpen in the room. Both bolted down to the floor and my eyes widen as I see the children I was looking for a few hours earlier. I start to pull on the chains trying to get up, when I feel something hit my face hard.

“What the hell do you think your doing! That’s not how it happened! You’re ruining it!” A man yells loudly at me causing the once sleeping children to scream. And I quickly go into training mode. It’s time to play along. I need to figure out what I need to do.

“Im sorry, I’ll do better, just tell me what to do.” I say calmly to the man.

“Stay quiet and hold the baby.” He says grabbing little 11 month old jake and placing him in in my arms. The chains cuffed around my wrist pulling painfully tight as I try to support the baby’s neck.

“That’s all she,… that’s all you can do.” He says and I realize what’s going on. I was right. We’re surrogates. He walks out of the room and with a ski mask in his hand walks back in looking panicked like a switch in his brain was flipped.

“Jess are you ok what’s going on what’s wrong.” He says and I can tell something is completely wrong with this mans head.

“I- uh, I’m scared, help me.” I say and he nods and presses a button on a remote he pulls out of his pocket. A loud knocking noise coming from speakers around the room.

He then puts his arms around me and says his good byes. Going to the play pen and kissing the heads of the two other kids saying goodbye to them. He then walks back out of the room and then back in again but now with a ski mask on and a gun in his hands. Him first aiming it at the 3 year old girl.

“What are you doing. That’s just a baby! Put your fucking gun down.” I say loosing my cool, the child in my arms screaming. Just as he releases the safety the door is slammed open. Derek, Emily, hotch, and Spencer running in.

“John put the gun down!” Hotch yells and he quickly pulls the ski mask off placing the gun on my temple.

“Get out or she’s dead.” He says and I see Spencers whole body stiffen. I look down at the little baby in my hands and hold it closer to my chest. Finally letting the tears stroll down my face.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye and you’re ruining my chance!” He yells.

“We know what you’ve been through John. What happened to you’re family is unfair but if you take these people lives you’re leaving families in the same boat as you.”

“Don’t say that! This isn’t how it goes! They should be dead by now! YOURE RUINING IT!” The man screams completely disregarding Emily’s words.

I can feel his hand shift on the gun and then it all happens so quick. I hear a bang and I think I’m dead, still I feel the splatter on my face. I quickly open my eyes and look around. It almost felt like slow motion as I see everyone’s guns by there sides, except Spencer’s. Who looks completely shocked for one second till he looks at me and runs over and getting down next to me.

“Y/n are you ok, what did he do to you?” He says panicked whipping the blood splatter of of my face but all I can do is wait till Rossi unchains me and I quickly get up with baby still in my arms and run over to the play pen. I look down and see the two small girls sitting looking scared. Until one of them reaches a hand up to me and all I could do is sob and reach mine out to her holding her little hand tightly.

“You’re gonna be ok. It’s all ok now.” I whisper to her. Spencer hugging me from behind as my body shakes.

We get taken out to the ambulance to get checked out. I still haven’t let the boy go till I see a group of six people run up and each set of parents head to there child. Tears in everyone’s eyes. Two people quickly walk up to me and I look down at the child when I feel someone hug me.

“You protected are baby. Thank you so much. I don’t know how we will ever repay you.” The woman says and pulls away.

“No need, I’m just doing my job ma’am. Here I bet he misses his parents.” I say and hand the child to the couple and they smile at me with gratitude. Going to thank the others, they walk away.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there to keep you safe.” Spencer says gripping my hand tightly.

“It’s not your fault spencer, you don’t need to apologize you’ve done nothing wrong.” I smile softly.

“I know but I love you and I don’t want to get hurt.” He says and I pull him in close and tight.

“I love you too Spence.” I say and pull away placing my hands on his shoulders. He leans in and places a sort and sweet kissing my lips not letting it last to long. Trying to not over-bare me.

We finally get ready to head home and get on the jet. I’ve showered and put on comfortable clothes, sitting in the jet, resting on Spencer’s shoulder as he reads a book quietly to me.

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Could I stay with you tonight?”

“Yeah of course, I don’t want you to be alone after today anyways. You need a good nights sleep.” He says.

“Thanks, I really appreciate you spencer.” I say and he smiles.

“You matter way more to me than you will ever realize, y/n. I was so scared I’d never see you again.” He whispers keeping a low volume so the others don’t here his confession.

“I love you spencer, more than a friend. I honestly can’t describe how glad I was to see you run through those doors. Even seeing you one more time would have been enough.” I whisper back and squeeze his hand tightly. His face blushes a soft pink and he kisses me softly.

“No Way! Pretty boy just landed a kiss!” Derek says a bit to loudly and now everyone is starring at us. Causing me to laugh a small bit. A smile playing on both are lips as spencer looks utterly mortified at the thought of the ridicule we’re gonna receive and the elated reaction of the head shipper herself, miss Penelope Garcia.

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i hope the person who wrote this knows that it ruined my life forever

i am in your walls

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