𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Whyd you do it? - Spencer R

Summary: The reader gets shot and argues with Reid.
Spencer Reid x M!Reader
Word Count: 2508
requested by @fivecoffe​

Credits to: @heyheyloki

It was supposed to be like any other case. Catch the killer, everyone makes it out, go home. That's how it was supposed to go. You only wanted to help. You only wanted to make sure he didn't get hurt.

It was a normal day. A normal case. A normal killer that needed to be caught. While nothing about a killing is normal in itself, it was normal to you, it was normal to your team. After working for the BAU, at some point, you just become used to these people. Sure, you don't get used to the murder scene pictures, that you'll never get used to. The people that commit these crimes? They rarely spook you as much as they did in the beginning, when you started this profession.

This guy was no different. He was just another killer, another guy that you had the opportunity to put behind bars were he belonged. But for the first time in a while, he actually got the jump on you. He scared you. Not so much during the entire case, just more at the end. You swear. you were only trying to help, to protect what you hold dear. Isn't that what anyone in your position would do?

Your team and you stood outside of the house the unsub broke into, his body standing only feet in front of everyone with a woman against his body, an arm wrapped around her neck to keep her in place with a gun to her head. She wept, tears staining her cheeks as she prayed for the FBI to do something. Anything.

You stood between Hotchner and Reid, all of your with your guns drawn and pointed at the man before you. He was like you all predicted in your profiles. White, mid-30s, of average height and build. A normal looking guy you wouldn't even think twice about on the street, and yet not one that would make your eyes want a second look at him with attraction.

"Put the gun down and let the woman go!" Derek screamed as he used the car door as a shield. His eyes narrowed with fury.

"If I do that you'll all just kill me anyway!" He cried out as he pulled back the safety on the gun, everyone tensing up at the small click that made way through their ears louder than any gunshot.

"Hey, hey!" Reid suddenly began to yell, his voice quickly making your eyes start to flicker between the two men. Only started to flash with concern as Reid started to put his gun back in his holster as he said, "You don't have to do that, okay? We aren't going to kill you, I promise."

"Reid," you called out lowly, your voice stern and demanding.

He glanced over at you, nodding as a way to tell you that it'll be okay. In your mind though, something was wrong. It was like all this heavy disgust from over the years, all the repressed fear came swelling up. It was suffocating, almost killing you when he started to move around the car doors. No cover. His hands up in the air as he started to approach the man.

You didn't know what to do, sure, Reid was great at his job. You admired that about him. But this was a paranoid, frantic killer who had a gun aimed at the woman's head, and Reid had nothing. He could shoot her and him within seconds and it would be too late. That 'what if' ran in your mind what felt like a million times in mere seconds, your body moving on its own as it went against your minds screaming to stop. This was wrong. It'll get him hurt. It'll get her killed.

You didn't listen. Instead you did what any emotion driven person did and started to approach the man slowly with Reid as your cover from his line of sight. You were only trying to help. Help. That's it. That's all you wanted to do.

One. Two. Three. Three steps was all it took. Three simple steps and his eyes locked with yours. A certain type of fear coursed through your veins at the look on his face. It was distorted, crude. It was vulgar and something that felt like it only existed within a horror movie. But the main thing, besides anger, was this type of betrayal that didn't quite make sense to you. The only thing running through your mind was Reid when you saw the gun the killer held moved from the woman's head and point right between your friend's eyes. It was quick, but yet it was almost the most long lasting moment in your life. It felt like some higher being was laughing at you, mocking you with having this video so engrained in your mind to the point where you could hear every breath that was taken. Count every blink the killer made.