Matthew Gray Gubler/ Spencer Reid One-Shots

"I'm sorry..." (SR)

summary: The team's mission goes south and someone dies in the end.

CW: TW: guns, blood, death. This one's sad so grab some tissues :,(

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This mission was one of those missions you know won't end well. The unsub was too stealthy and too organized to out himself in such away. The murderer had a plan. He requested for me to come in, then he'd let go of his hostages. This whole thing definitely wouldn't go well with my wife, Y/N.

"Hotch, you cannot be serious." She rolls her eyes.

"Y/N, this is the only way, he'll be safe. We'll be right outside if anything goes south." He explains. She's shaking her head in the most disapproving way.

"Babe, it'll be okay. I've done it before. I know how to talk him out of it." I assure my wife, the woman I've loved since she joined on that crisp fall morning. The whole team fell head over heels for her: for her laugh, for the way she cared so deeply for others and her protectiveness for the BAU team.

"If you die on me, Reid. I'll personally kill you." She facepalms. The team laughs, one of those calm moments before the storm. I suit up in my vest and grab my gun. Then, I squeeze her hand, gently rubbing my thumb on hers. "I love you, Mrs. Reid." I grin, she blushes and mouths, "I love you, too."

Morgan kicks the door while I slowly walk in with my gun in hand, "Hello." I speak into the void. "I'm alone. Now let the hostage go."

"I've been waiting..." The unsub replies while shining a small light in his dark lair.

* An hour goes by*

The unsub is getting uneasy but lets his hostage go. Morgan grabs her and walks her out. "Okay, now it's time for you." I plead. He walks over and pulls out a gun. I hear Morgan yell, "Y/N STOP!" and before I know it, the love of my life stands in front of me. Then, a loud bang rings through my ears.

I don't know who shot who, yet I know he ran with a wound. Y/N hugs me softly... what is wet? As I look down, I see red-stains on my vest. She winces. I panic.

"Oh God, you're bleeding!" I said frantically, realizing she's been shot. Gently laying her down on the cold concrete, I begin unbuttoning her blouse to find the wound. She was wearing her favorite cream blouse, the one Garcia bought her when she first joined, now stained with crimson.

"Spen... spencer, I'm sorry." She mumbles in between breaths.

"Shh, don't talk. Please, Y/N, save your energy." I whisper, opening her shirt and seeing the large wound in her stomach. "WHERE THE HELL ARE THE MEDICS?!" I yell, I yell so loud that she flinched, moaning in pain.

"Spencer, please don't... let me die." She begs while a tear falls down her cheek. I quickly wipe it away and continue yelling for the team. Why is no one coming?

"I'm not going to let you die!" I promise, applying pressure to try and stop the pool that's flowing. My hands are red, stained with the dark crimson pouring out from her.

"Spence, I'm so tired." She murmurs as her eyes flutter. If she would've stayed back, she'd be okay, but she went on instinct.

"WHERE ARE THE MEDICS?" I yell once more. She is shaking while a small drizzle of blood spreads on her once rosy and smiling lips, now cold and chapped.

"I... I don't want to die... I wanted to buy a house... beat you in a chess game... have a kid or two..." She hums. I'm sobbing, the quiet sob where you don't want the person to know you're breaking. She's losing more blood every second.

"You're not dying, Y/N everything will be okay." I move the hair out of her face. She's cold, so cold. Her once beautiful s/t skin, turning gray. "MORGAN, GET THE DAMN MEDICS!" I yell into my phone.

She begins to cry as the pain gets too hard for her to bear. She's crying, bleeding, and dying while I'm watching it all helplessly.

"Y/N, no no no, it's okay, you're okay." I begin cradling her and rocking her back and forth. She loved when I'd do that. It always helped her calm down when she was having one of her nightmares.

"Spencer... I... need to tell you..." She whispers.

"We have time Y/N, save it for when you're all fixed up. " I plead.

She cracks a soft smile, breathes in one last time... She's gone. Her hand that was once squeezing my hand, limp.

"No, NO, Y/N, please don't leave me!" I scream.

The team runs out, not knowing the events that just happened, for they were chasing the unsub who tried to run with his gapping shot wound. The last one Y/N would ever fire. It felt like hours that I laid there, holding her body as she slowly drifted away, knowing it had only been minutes. Everyone's appalled. I'm sobbing on the cold blood-stained ground, still frantically trying to wake her up. "Reid, she's gone," Morgan whispers. "NO," I yell. I gently hug her now lifeless body. I wrap my hand around her cold hand, her small ring finger still holding the gold ring I gave her when promising, "Till death do us part..." I whisper. Who would've known that only after a year would come so quickly?

"I loved her more than anything in this world, and it's because of me that she's dead." I sob into Morgan's chest.

The team returns home. We part ways. Everyone goes home to their futures while I go back to the past. As I walk into our small apartment, I see the book, which Y/N was so excited to read, on our table. I pick up the polaroid she had of us at our favorite park... her soft h/c hair laying gently past her shoulders with the brightest grin on her face as she's messing with my hair.

"I wasn't ready for you to leave, princess," I whisper.

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I'm sorry for this one, omg.

Word count: 1,119!