spencer reid | one shot scenarios

colorado catastrophe

(y/n and spencer go undercover, but things don't go as planned.)
[tw: mentions of mass suicide, pedophilia/molestation]

"can you tell us about the call?" i ask nancy, a child service operator who was working undercover with spencer and i. the dirt road bounces us all around as we neared the ranch.

"well, it was definitely a woman, and with the age description, it matches one girl-jessica. we aren't completely sure though; she never gave her name. but she is the only girl that is fifteen here. she implied that a man has been coming to the girls rooms to touch them inappropriately," nancy explains.

i shift my eyes to spencer-his hair has been slicked back today. he swallows at the look i gave him and i ask again, just to clarify, "can you introduce us as child service workers as well and use our real names? we don't need them knowing we're with the fbi," i explain to which i receive a nod.

she pulls into the ranch and a big building takes place before us. it looked there was a church in the center along with a bunch of smaller ones surrounding.

spencer gave me a look as we got out of the car, one that only i could totally understand. he was concerned about the man before us. he gave total pedo vibes and was already staring me down.

i blow air from my lips and spencer comes closer as we reach the steps where the creepy man stood. he had greasy hair and a scruffy beard; a lose belt around his waist. he smelled of a strong cologne.

nancy says, "do you know where we can find a benjamin cyrus?" he turns, parting the cigarette from his lips. he had enough decency to blow the smoke in the opposite direction of us.

"lookin' at 'em," a now non-nameless cyrus, addressed. i look up at spencer, trying my hardest to be discreet. this was who the accusations were made about. a pedophile, a molester, a cult leader-an overall shady dude. spencer stays near me, protecting me, showing everyone that i was his.

we had been in a relationship for a while now, but kept it a secret. it wasn't exactly ideal for coworkers to be dating, but it was hard working at the bau with all of our friends.

cyrus looks at us-gathering our emotions and body language as if he were the profiler here.

we knew these people didn't like outsiders and were very closed in. probably because they knew that what they were doing was wrong. they were called 'libertarians'-meaning that they believed they could do whatever they wanted as long as it didn't interfere with any other individuals' rights. cyrus also led this religious cult.

we were here to interview the women to see if cyrus-the leader, and also the man standing three feet from us-had any inappropriate relations with the young women here. he says, "who are you anyways?"

nancy answers, "um, we're child service workers, investigating. we received a phone call alleging that an adult male member of your church was having inappropriate relations with the younger women here. so this is standard procedure." she smiles nervously afterwards and he could most definitely tell.

spencer says, "we're not trying to intrude, sir."

"well, i don't particularly want you here, but you're welcome by all means."

what an accepting man cyrus was. believe me, we didn't want to be here either.

i clear my throat and we follow him inside the main building. it had a wide cross on the top, signaling this was the main grounds or the common church / worship area. they were hardcore believers. they had school grounds and operated like a small village. no one leaves. no one enters.

we sit down with the girl we believed had made the phone call and she almost looks at me daringly as if she had some point to prove. the confidence and pride in her body language was strong-she wasn't afraid of us-which was weird considering she called, wanting to get out of this hell-hole. she spoke matter of factly, so spencer watched from the side as i sat before her.