[SMUT WARNING]
Y/N is just a girl, albeit a genius, but mainly just a girl who is mourning and in desperate need to escape her grief. So she goes to visit one of her oldest friends, Emily in Washington DC. Y/N was just looking for an escape, but wha...
A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long to update but enjoy!!
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(BASED ON SEASON 5 EPISODES 8 AND 9)
One Tuesday evening after dinner, you had just gotten out of the shower and were putting on your pyjamas getting ready for bed when Spencer shouted through to you from the table, "Hey, babe!" He hesitated, "There's a conference this weekend on the neuroscience behind serial killers and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." You walked through and stood next to him sat down and put your hand on his shoulder,
"Ooo, that sounds really interesting, who is giving the talk?"
"Professor James Fallon."
"Wow, he's really good I'll definitely go."
"Awesome, I'll book you a ticket."
That weekend you and Spencer headed out to the conference. It was quite funny watching Spencer listen to Professor Fallon so intensely, his good leg was jumping up and down, he was leant in and nodding the entire time. You reached over and put your hand on his leg to stop it from moving, "You'll make the whole room shake in a minute." You whispered and Spencer laughed slightly and kissed you on the cheek before going back to fixating on the professor.
On the last day of your weekend, Spencer got a call from JJ saying that they had a case and he was needed in Hampton, Virginia as soon as possible on a family annihilator case and so the two of you headed back as soon as you could and Spencer went straight to the crime scene.
You got a call from Spencer later that same day to say they had solved the case and he was coming home so you decided to cook a nice meal for the two of you.
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From the kitchen you heard the door slam shut, "Hey!" You shouted cheerfully but you didn't get a response, "You okay?" You asked again, walking into the living room to find Spencer pacing up and down, "Hey, Spence what's wrong?" You asked, grabbing his shoulders to stop him moving but he wouldn't look at you.
"It's Hotch, the Reaper left one of our old UNSUB's a note, he's coming after him again Y/N." Spencer's voice was trembling,
"Oh my god, is Hotch okay? Sorry that's a stupid question, of course he's not. What can we do? How can we help?" You asked worriedly and pulled Spencer into a hug,
"I don't know, none of us do. We just need to find this son of a bitch."
The next few days Spencer left for work early and was back late and you had been taking the team food and helping out in any way you can which wasn't a lot seeing as you weren't a bureau agent and you didn't have clearance. Even going to the Director again personally didn't work as he insisted the case was too sensitive to have you on it.
Eventually, the team managed to track down the reaper and you didn't hear from any of them all day and you didn't want to ring and distract any of them but you were worried sick. Spencer had told you in the morning that they had found an address in Virginia for him and that was the last you had heard. Part of you was quite glad that Spencer's knee was busted up, it meant that he couldn't go storming into the Reaper's place with the rest of them and end up getting even more hurt of even killed... You spent the whole day pacing around Spencer's apartment waiting for some news but unfortunately, when you got some, it wasn't anything good.
