𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Spencer Reid | Wrath of God

TUMBLR IMAGINE
Summary: the team has to work a case involving the killing of prostitutes and the chief of the officers they are working with is your father.
Pairing: Reid x MALE!reader
WARNINGS: Headaches, Homophobia, a case involving heavy mutilation, Rape is mentioned (if you are triggered by this I suggest you do not read this).

The jet was filled with a calm silence, different moods coming from those who sat in it. The splitting pain in your head was unforgiving, as was the brightness that infiltrated every part of the jet. Your eyes burned and your head pounded, every noise emitting from your fellow agents seemingly getting louder and more unbearable to your heightened senses. You were nauseous, dizzy, and most importantly in pain. Usually, you could hide the way your migraines affected you or at least call in sick when they got too bad, but being in the air with no way to hide to them your secret, you settled yourself on the couch and tried your best to keep quiet about what was happening- judging from the sound, no one seemed to notice.

However despite what you thought, Reid and Morgan were completely focused on you; staring at your body slumped over and curled up on the couch. While Morgan was just perplexed as to why you were sleeping at noon on the way to New York, Spencer was concerned. He saw how you winced in pain and the way your hand would move to reach for your head right before you stopped in hopes to not draw attention to yourself. He took note of the way you tried to shield your eyes from the light and how your face was contorted in pain, he watched the way you kept your body ready to run to the bathroom and noticed how you were paler than your normal skin tone.

"How can he be relaxing right now in the middle of the day?" Derek wasn't angry in his voice, not annoyed, just awfully confused and a bit worried as he started seeing more of what Spencer had already figured out.

"It looks to me like he's got a migraine." Spencer trailed off, his eyes fixated on you. You looked absolutely miserable and he hated it. He hated the thought of you being in any pain and he especially hated the idea of you being in danger; and while he tried to chalk it up to caring about his partner, everyone could see it was way deeper than what he would outwardly acknowledge. Without thinking, his feet moved by themselves and brought him to you. He bent down and began to whisper. "Y/n, you okay?" His voice was soft and only audible to you, the deepness sending shivers through your body.

"My head just hurts, I'll be fine." You tried your best to open your eyes, to sound unaffected, but as the light reached your irises you were deflated all over again; the strong persona you put on popping like a bubble and adding a quiver to your already weak voice. You wanted nothing more than to feel better, you hated the way your brain felt like it was pushing against your skull and getting bigger. Your world was spinning, your body felt like jelly, your head felt too heavy for your neck to carry, you hated how absolutely defeated you felt in front of Spencer.

He slowly and hesitantly reached his hand out to you, his long fingers gently brushing through your hair as all eyes were now on the two of you- much to his dismay (and yours, had you been able to open your eyes and see it). Spencer continued with the soothing action, watching as you melted into his other hand that was on your cheek. A blush adorned his face and tinted the tip of his ears, he wished he could share this moment with you alone. "Is there anything I can do for you? I'm sure someone has something here for your head, taking it with coffee actually speeds up the process and makes it work better, since caffeine actually works as an anti inflammatory- sorry." He cut his rambling off with a quick apology, acknowledging it would only make your situation worse. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get you what you need, okay?" You hummed and he reluctantly left his crouched position, first setting off to see if anyone on the plane brought a pain reliever with them.

His first thought was JJ, she was responsible and well put together, dealing with the press was a headache in and of itself- so he went to her. "Hey, do you have any pain medicine? Something like Ibuprofen or Tylenol?" He was quick with his words, all he wanted was to get back to you and take care of you. She nodded, rummaging through her bag and handing Spencer the blue and white bottle with a smile. JJ saw how Spencer would drop everything just for you, and she loved seeing how the crush mutually blossomed between the two of you. With a small 'thank you' and a nod, Spencer was immediately in the back, making you a cup of coffee just how you liked it.