Her. [Spencer Reid x Elle Greenaway]|| ✔️

Three.

Smut warning: FemDom, light degradation, lots and lots of praise, pet names (little boy, bunny, baby boy, baby those types of things.), subspace, and sub!Spence, sub drop.

TW: Prison talk

I sat in solitary for five more days. My meals brought to me, no one around me, safe as I can be in here. I slept like a fucking log and felt better than I had in years. But my mind still ran wild. Now, I was extremely under-stimulated, stuck within four walls and a window no bigger than a fucking postcard.

"Reid!" I jumped, the guard startling me back into the current moment. I slowly turned my head towards him. I could feel my eyes lacking emotion. "Get up." I did as he asked.

He dragged me into another interrogation room, the same one I was in when Elle made her return into my life, and in turn, my mind. But I knew I wasn't seeing her because I made it explicitly clear I wanted no visitors, except my lawyer.

But before I could fall into my thoughts, the door behind me unlocks. I turn, waiting for who could've interrupted my daily wallowing. But to my surprise, in walks JJ, tears in her eyes. She looked frazzled, her body shaking like a leaf. I wanted to hold her but restrained as I didn't want to get in more trouble than I already was.

But then a smile crossed her face, the tears overflowing, "we're taking you home."

And before I can process her words, she's coming towards me, her arms open ready for a hug. And before I can stop it, a sob leaves my lips as she envelopes me in something I've needed since I entered my plea deal... a hug.

And as she wraps her arms around me, I feel like I can finally breathe. Like this nightmare is over. I'm free. She holds me tight, one of her hands caressing the back of my head. My face splits into a grin I haven't seen in three months. And for once, the sobs are happy.

...

There was still work that needed to be done. But I was specifically instructed to, "go home and relieve some stress" by Emily. If we're being honest, I couldn't wait to crawl into my own bed instead of a metal, uncomfortable slab they called a bed.

I drove home in silence, my mind for once just as quiet. I was exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally and all I could think about was reading a fucking book. I pulled into my usual space at my apartment complex and turned off the ignition. My hands running over my face as I will myself not to cry... again. I literally ended up pinching myself to make sure I wasn't going to wake up back in that depression sanctuary. But, alas, I was awake.

Thank fucking God or whoever, I thought to myself as I collected my satchel and stepped out of the car, my steps getting slower and slower as I approached the entrance into my building. The events of the day still weighing heavier on my shoulders than I thought they would.

I thought I'd feel relieved but all I feel is dreed and I'm not even sure why.

"You're first mistake was being so caught up in your head, you didn't even see me." I let out a yelp at the voice, turning to see a dimly lit figure sitting in my reading chair in the corner of my room. Then, as if I was in some kind of movie, she clicked the light on. I watched as a smirk crossed Elle's face. It was... smug. Her usual.