This chapter is a series of flashbacks!
TW: mentions of an explosion of a bomb, blood, drug addiction & using, dilaudid, suicide
You were finally with Spencer Reid, and even though things had changed completely for the better, you were still an absolute wreck as to what happens next. Although you really want to marry that man, Elle's still out there waiting to reappear, and this gives her an advantage to use against you.
The case ended the next day, sending the team home a bit sooner than expected, but no complaints were given. You had to go back to the office since you left a few things on your desk. The only ones in the office were Hotch and Penelope, both in their offices, Spencer waiting patiently in the car. Walking into the bullpen, yet another letter was placed on your desk, along with a small gift wrapped box.
"Really? Really Elle, you're going to fucking do this tonight?" You groan to yourself picking up the letter.
Happy birthday y/n. You really though I'd forget? Enjoy the gift.
- Elle
Rolling your eyes you set the letter down calling for Hotch. "Hey Hotch?" You shout as he walks out from his office beginning to walk towards you. "Elle sent me a gift but I wasn't sure—" just as you open the box, everything goes black.
Spencer's POV
Spencer waits patiently in the car listening to the radio when a loud explosion-like sound comes from the building. He looks out the passenger window not seeing any smoke or flames inside, furrowing his brows and pulling out his phone to call you.
No answer, He calls again.
No answer.
Just as he's about to call Penelope, she happens to call him. "Garcia? What's going on why—"
"THE-THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT. Y/N AND HOTCH THEY-" she screams through the phone causing Spencer to jolt out of his seat, the paramedics already pulling into the parking lot. "THERE'S A LOT OF BLOOD REID, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
"GARCIA? THE PARAMEDICS JUST PULLED IN; WHAT HAPPENED?" He yells back stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut.
"Elle— she sent a gift to y/n except it wasn't. It was a bomb and she opened it before she knew what it was." Penelope cries over the phone, her breath uneven.
"Is she okay?" He asks running up to the doors of the building, being pulled back.
"Sir? You cannot go in there. There's been an explosion and we—" the paramedics commands.
"Yeah I know there's been an explosion. I'm an FBI agent and my girlfriend is in there— I need to see her." Spencer snaps back staring at the man.
"I'm sorry, but you cannot step foot in the building. You can ride with her to the hospital if she's been harmed, but under no circumstances can you enter the building." He commands Spencer, walking him over to the back of the ambulance patiently waiting for any update.
"Garcia, are you still there?" He asks through the phone, noticing she hung up. "Damnit!" He shouts placing the phone back into his pocket, pacing back and forth outside. Soon enough, two paramedics are wheeling your body outside.
"Y/n oh my god!" He shouts following the two men into the back of the ambulance. He grabs your hand looking at your entire body, open wounds on your arms and legs, your face has a large cut right next to your right ear. "Is she gonna be okay?" Spencer asks shakily.
"I'm not sure, I need to get her breathing first," he responds bringing out the defibrillator, rubbing the two paddles together. "Clear!" He shouts, your chest rises and falls quickly. No response.
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Letters to Spencer Reid
FanfictionSince working in the BAU, Spencer has been your best friend. After almost losing him on a rather awful case, you began documenting your feelings in a series of letters. "There are three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth...
