3 [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Eyes

You were left alone for a long while after that, the only thing occupying the room being your old engagement ring. Eventually you got so bored that you picked up the little velvet box, opening it slowly to see the large diamond glittering back at you. You had the urge to see if it still fit your finger, but you knew for a fact that it wouldn't.

What would your life had been like if you had actually married Stephen? The thought of the special makeup you had to buy just to cover the bruising on your skin made you close the box with a snap, placing it as far away from you on the table as you could possibly get it. Whatever life it would have been, it couldn't be much better than this one.

You wondered idly what other things your team had found to use against you. Currently, it seemed that they were grasping at straws. They were pushing too far into your personal life and background, which meant that they had nothing to tie you to your present crimes. They would have questioned you about it if they had any sort of solid proof. That thought put you at ease.

You had half a mind to lay your head down on your arms and sleep, but you figured it would send the wrong message. You were bored, of course, but you couldn't act apathetic. Normal people wouldn't be apathetic about this situation at all. Truth be told, you were a little rattled. As much as you pretended not to care, the memories of your past threatened to come to the forefront of your mind, which is something that you had battled for quite some time. You rarely left yourself alone with your thoughts; it was a dangerous game to play.

In the end, though, it didn't matter how this game played out. You were either going to jail, or you weren't. And if you didn't die by the hands of the law, the Valassino brothers and their little organization would most likely take care of it for you.

Your future was out of your own hands.

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Spencer's POV

Spencer sat quietly in Penelope's office, watching you from the cameras set up from Penny's monitors as she sifted through your sister's phone. Nobody had come close to breaking you by any means, but JJ had made a little leeway with Stephen. She had visited him again and informed the team that he refused to speak to her about you anymore.

What had you done to him to make him so afraid to even mention your name?

You, who sat quietly in the interrogation room, running your fingers across the velvet box that sat in front of you. Spencer watched intently as you opened it, and then closed it just as quickly. He watched you push it away from yourself, drawing your hands in your lap as if they had somehow been contaminated from touching the box in the first place. You carried so much trauma within yourself, but you hadn't shown any inclination towards it except for your small talk with JJ.

You had sighed, hiding your face in your hands. He had thought it was sorrow, but realized quickly from your irritation with JJ that you had done it out of embarrassment. You didn't like admitting your own weaknesses, and he realized that, unbeknownst to you, you had shown him how to get to you.

Spencer was the most unassuming of the group. He knew he would have the most leverage with you. Your guard would be down, because you likely didn't perceive him as a threat like everyone else. You two were very close in age as well; you would relate to him the most. So with a new file under his arm and his team watching from across the glass, Spencer entered your interrogation room as diffidently as possible. He had to downplay the aces he held in his hand.

You looked up at him as he entered, and he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. Good. The more tired and irritated you were, the more likely you would be to slip up. You sat up straight in your chair when he entered, still relaxed but not as much as you had been before. He sat down across from you, placing his files in front of himself and clearing his throat.