Spencer Reid Imagines

Remind Me To Forget

The reader has been drug along in her ex's psychotic plans - keeping her away from family and any and all form of communication to the world. She's been leaving clues and trails for the police to help find them. Eventually her ex is caught, and she's rescued by none other than an agent she'd met back in college. Set after Reid's prison plot line.

TW - Murder, other topics - its criminal minds what did you expect?

Your feet were exhausted, you felt so gross, as you'd been in and out of cars, running behind buildings and pushed and shoved for at least 5 days now. John had hunted down every last person who'd wronged him, made you help hide the bodies, and now you sat tied in the back of a car as he drove down streets all too familiar to you.

"John, what the hell are we doing here? Turn around." You start mumbling softly, knowing that it wasn't going to turn into anything pleasant.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know what kind of shit your parents told me when we were together. If it weren't for him we could've still been together. He told me I would never be allowed to marry you. I say to hell with him." He reaches a hand into the passenger seat, making you scramble to the corner of the car behind his seat, doing everything you could to hide from the weapon in his hand.

"John, please. Don't hurt them they didn't mean it!" You could feel the tears flood as you pull up to your parent's house. Your face was flushed, wrists aching from trying to get out of the ties. Maybe there was a part of you that was hoping that the few conversations you have had with the cashier at the gas station, the small letter you were able to drop off in a rest stop bathroom, the not so well hidden bodies - you prayed it would be enough to get you through this. That someone would find it - figure out that it wasn't just John. Your thoughts halt as the car engine idles before coming to a stop. You watch as he grabs a cigarette, lights it before letting a puff of smoke out. He exits the car, hiding the pistol he'd threatened you with in the waistband of his pants, tucked out of sight. He opens the car door closest to you, making you shimmy further away. He chuckles as he grabs your bicep, picking up the duct tape on the floor before pulling you to him.

"C'mon (Y/N). Stop making this so hard. The faster they're gone the quicker you and I can get out of here - no one to stop us." Tape against your mouth, he's dragging you to your front door step and knocking on the door. Your mom opens the door and quickly, her face pales of all color. John lifts his shirt to show the weapon before speaking. "Best to invite us in. No?"

An hour had passed. You sat on the couch next to your mom, the two of you tied and taped. Your dad sat on a kitchen chair, bound as your ex continues to berate and argue with him, hitting him every time he tried to refute with a counterpoint. You couldn't see a way out of this. All you could do is look to your mom and continue trying to apologize as bursts of tears continued. John had gotten into your parent's liquor cabinet, and now was drunkenly waiving the gun in your fathers general direction, rambling so on and so forth. A gunshot. You wince and then turn to look and see the bullet hole in the wall. John continues on and on, so focused at the topic at hand that he doesn't hear the footsteps creeping from the front foyer and the back door. You can see the figures from a distance, one blonde woman, slowly approaching, another a man, crazy curls and a light beard. The two continued to raise fingers to their mouths, telling you and your mom to be quiet. Unfortunately your mom nods - and John catches it looking behind him, he can see the agents closing in on him. Quickly he lurches to you, pulling you off the couch. His grip on your arm is enough to send you to tears, alongside with the gun pressed to your temple.

"John. Listen to me. (Y/N)'s parents didn't do anything wrong. They just weren't ready for you to marry. You were just kids." The female agent begins to speak as the male agent looks to you. You can barely see with how many tears are in your eyes, but you can easily make out the face. How your brain collected the memory so easily, placed it and brought everything back was beyond you. Spencer. He tutored you in college, and had been nothing but kind to you despite his incredible skill and your hesitancy to Calculus. He'd been studying for his masters degrees then, you were just wrapping up your undergraduate degree. He's older now... face worn, matured - and you could not be any more surprised that the man who told you not to chew on your pencils was firmly holding his ground, his expression and his gun.

"You shoot her, I shoot you. Pretty easy transaction, John." He offers, before shaking his head. "The better question is - why did you drag her into this? (Y/N) didn't ask for this, she never wanted any of this. And you're ready to kill the woman you love, just to have your way?" He asks, voice firm. "It's a selfish idea. And I can guarantee that either way this doesn't end well for you. So either take your shot or drop the damn gun." John flinches before cocking the gun.

"If she's not here, my issues are gone. I'm gone." He states, causing you to shake. Was he going to kill you after all this time? Your lungs ache, and as the stand-off continues, you find the tape loosening from your skin thanks to your tears. The argument continues, another voice coming along as they try to negotiate their way to your freedom. Soon enough the tape is free and you're able to speak.

"John. If you let me go - I will come visit you. As often as I can. As much as they let me. I will bring photos and letters and we can reminisce for hours. I promise they can take you away but they can't take me from you." You pray your words are convincing,  and sure enough, they are. John puts the safety back on the gun and drops it out of his reach, letting you go. The eldest agent makes a run to him quickly beginning to read him his rights and charges, Spencer approaching you, peeling the rest of the tape off and sitting you down.

"You're ok. Just take a breath, it's over now." He starts as he pulls a pocket knife from his belt, cutting the zip tie and freeing your hands. As soon as they're free, they're around Spencer, holding onto him as tight as you could. You could feel him hesitate and begin to wrap his arms around you tightly. Softly, you hear his voice in your ear. "Do you... remember me?" You slowly pull away and look to him.

"Of course, Spencer. I never forgot."