Spencer Reid - One Shots

Tell Me it's Not True

Virginia has always been a dangerous place, much like the rest of the world. Full of hate and crime. With hardly anyone able to stop it, well at least not anyone with the guts to.

But that's where you come in. During the late nights you walk around, taking care of those scrum bags that prey on the weak and vulnerable.

As much as you would like for it to not result in their death, it usually does. But in your opinion, better to kill someone likely to hurt others than have an Innocent killed.

There was only one problem, people have started catching on. Media is stating your a spree killer. Extra worse part, you've been kind of seeing a FBI agent. One that will be brought in if the FBI is asked to join the case.

Everyday he's not on a case you see him. In fact some days he'll even complain about how his team was yet to brought in on the case. It aggervates him so much.

It was hard for you to watch him get so mad at something you were semi causing. But he wouldn't understand if you told him. I save people by killing others, that won't go down very well. Especially because you'll still be arrested.

Then the day came. They were called in for the case, that's when you started to panicking a bit. Spencer could read you like a book, no matter how hard you tried to hide things.

Spencer: Hey, I can't meet up today. We finally got called in for that case! I promise I will do my best to text you at some point.

You cursed at yourself when you read the text.

Y/n: That's great! Please stay safe.

Spencer: Will do.

Now the inevitable day has arrived. You're gonna get caught.

*time skip*

It's been about 3 days since they started on the case. And thankfully you haven't come across anyone yet, that would need saving. Because as much as you want to keep it a secret, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from saving that person.

Spence would come over to your apartment instead of his own, during most of the case. For what reason, you couldn't figure it out.

He wanted to talk about the case, but couldn't, and if you were being honest you didn't want to hear any of it. He only told you how they haven't been advancing, at all. Even with the amount of police out on the streets, and that if they didn't get anything new tomorrow they would be off the case.

Although he did tell you another thing. He wondered how the unsub knew they were onto them, if no one knows the FBI is there. He wanted to find out why they all of the sudden stopped, when they were brought in.

That's when you realize that stopping like you did, was the most suspicious thing you could've done. But you can't go back to it, or at least for as long as possible.

The next day was like the last 3, it was some what normal. You walked to work, walked around the city during your break, sat at a park after work for a while. But when you started heading home, you saw it.

A person in distress.

You prayed and prayed that you didn't see it, but you had. And you couldn't stop what happened next.

Swiftly you pulled a mask out of your bag, something you always brought with you. Everywhere. Placing the cloth on your face, you made your way towards the alleyway. Sneaking in from the opposite side, planting your bag behind a box.

As you attacked the man things escalated quickly. And he ended up dying. However the women he had attacked, she thanked you a million times over.

Then police sirens were heard coming down the street.