A collection of short, fluffy one shots to give you that warm fuzzy feeling! These include smut, fluff, and some very light angst. You can also find my fics on Ao3 and Tumblr, where I usually write.
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Word count: 1.5k
Category: Light angst.
Pairing: Unsub!Reid/BAU!Reader
CW: Guns, threatening, talk of murders.
Summary: Spencer is a vigilante killer, and Reader finally caught him after months of searching. They meet in an empty hotel, Reader doesn't bring back-up. They're mutually obsessed with each other, what could go wrong?
A/N: This was sort of inspired by Killing Eve and that one scene with Sherlock and Moriarty in the pool. ------------
"Are you nervous?" He drawled, eyes boring into hers.
Her grip on her gun didn't falter- if anything, she held on tighter in a desperate attempt to stay grounded, to stay level headed. "I don't need to be nervous. I've been looking for you for a long time, and I've finally got you." She spoke clearly, her heart picking up pace.
This made Spencer chuckle, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached in his pocket, "And that's a problem, now isn't it?" Her eyes flickered down as she watched him pull out a silver gun, the barrel seeming to shine in the dimly lit room.
They stood in a poorly lit pool area, inside an abandoned hotel. She wanted to take the credit for finding him after 6 months of obsessively searching with the rest of the team, but she couldn't. He led her directly to him with a note set outside of her house, telling her to meet him here alone, in the middle of nowhere. She knew it was a bad idea, and she knew the risks, but there was a rush, call it adrenaline, that pushed her here. Here with him, without back-up.
She swallowed thickly. With the small, rational part of her brain ordering her to keep him talking, she quickly asked, "Should I be nervous, Doctor?"
"Well I don't plan on killing you, not today, if that's what you're asking," He took a few steps closer to her, his revolver steady in his hands, "But you have been getting in my way lately, and it's becoming very inconvenient for me."
She didn't take any steps back yet, not wanting to show him any submission. "Thank you," She quipped, a small gush of pride swelling in her chest.
"That wasn't a compliment," He stated, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He took another step forward, and almost without thinking, she cocked her gun back, the loud click resonating off the walls.
"Don't make me kill you," He warned her, lifting his gun just a little higher. "We were just getting started." And somehow, even with a clear shot to her forehead, his finger on the trigger, she didn't feel the cold shiver she should have. She didn't feel the raw fear, not even the classic fight or flight response. Not yet, at least.
"I can't make you do anything, Doctor Reid. And let's be completely honest here, you can't kill me. You won't." Still, she kept her gun aimed at his chest, knowing she wouldn't fire. He let out a slow chuckle at this, throwing his head back.
