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

Five.

Being reinstated to the BAU was a fucking relief. Finally, I was allowed to be back doing what I loved. Elle had asked me not to tell anyone she was back, not that anyone besides Penelope or JJ would even know her, but never the less I obliged her. She said she just didn't want to deal with the 'fluff that comes with her return' so I kept it to myself.

It felt weirdly good to keep it a secret. Like finally I had something for myself. After Elle made me talk over my trauma with her, we cried for a while, eventually falling asleep holding each other. But since, it's been like I can breathe. It felt amazing. And the sex is just a perk.

"Reid." Emily calls to me, snapping me back to the current moment.

I follow her into the round table room, freezing as I see the photo on the monitor. Emily sighs, gesturing for me to sit down. I can feel all the color leave my face, my head starting to spin as I move to sit.

"We have new intel on Catherine Adams. And well," she hands me a file and I take it, hands trembling.

I open it, my eyes scanning over the page slowly as I soak in all of the information. Cat has an accomplice who is holding two people hostage. The demand is for Cat to be released. I scoff to cover the bile that's threatening to rise. "Is she delusional?" I ask Emily, anger lacing in my voice.

"Unfortunately not. Spencer, we're bring her here, but she wont talk to anyone. Except you." I look at her bewildered. The last person I wanted to talk to was Cat Adams. She put me in fucking prison.

"No. No. I'm not. Emily I cant." I was starting to panic knowing I probably didn't have a choice. Two people are being held hostage and here I am being selfish.

"Spence, you are the only one out of all of us who can out smart her. You've done it once before. You have to do it again. Two lives are at stake. She always trips up, and always with you." It's then my fears are confirmed. I didn't have a choice. Not even close.

...

I stand against the two way mirror in a freezing cold interrogation room, my hands in the pockets of my suit. Truth me told, I'm freaking the fuck out. I ball my fist as I try to remember why exactly I'm doing this.

But I'm not left to my thoughts long. The door swings open and in walks swat, followed by a cuffed, shackled and masked up Catherine Adams. The bane of my fucking existence. I watch as they uncuff her arms, attaching it under the table so she cant leave the room. Once they leave, I stay silent. I didn't have anything to say.

Her eyes bore into mind, bored look on her face. But then she laughs making my heart race and my palms sweat.

"Classic negotiating technique. First one who speaks loses right?" Her tone angry. But I don't give her the time of day.

"You arranged the kidnapping of two people and you did it the same way you did it before, through a partner on the outside. But her demand 'release Cat Adams'? That will never happen." I try to keep myself just as bored. "So tell me what you want, right now, before I send you back to prison."