spencer reid | one shot scenarios

asylum

(y/n and spencer have to check out a creepy asylum for their case.)
(ahs x cm crossover)

"it's just a little creepy, y/n, don't you think?" spencer questions as he rambled on about how odd these victims and the patterns were.

"what? st. baldwins?" i ask, glancing at the children playing in their front yard. spencer clears his throat, his focus going back on the road as he watched the kids throw a volleyball back and forth. it was apparent spencer wanted children.

my train of thought is stopped as he continues, "y- yeah. they shut it down in '98," he explains, making me turn to him as he switched roads. the mood changed-instead of being around happy, family-friendly houses, we are suddenly approaching an abandoned hospital.

"someone's been doing their homework," i smile, receiving one in return.

"actually," he begins, "this asylum is very well known. it was home to a bunch of famous criminals; legend has it, the men that escaped alcatraz were caught and brought here because they had better precautions."

i nod at his random facts, and he says, "anyways, a fire burned down the east wing and it spread-it killed a lot of the residents and employees."

trying to lift the mood and start a conversation with him, i say, "isn't that how it always is? like in the movies, ya know, the asylum always ends up tragically burning down, killing everyone inside with it?" he just simply nods and smiles.

he finishes for me, getting that voice he did when he was in the mood for scary stories at 1 am. "and the ghosts remain forever," spencer whispers.

-

the place was super creepy.. and i mean super. it was the kind of place you would see in horror movies, but i guess everything we saw in the field could be counted as too horrific to be real.

the walls were painted in graffiti and the floor had marks all over them-scattered with shattered pieces of broken glass and leaves because of this new october air. grass was growing through the concrete; the ceilings and walls were caving in.

"this reminds me of american horror story's asylum," spencer says, stepping over pieces of glass and metal on the floor.

i copy his actions and tease, "aw, are you scared from last night's episode?" after weeks of convincing and bribing thanks to penelope, spencer finally decided he'd watch it with me. he just gives me a little smirk-he was definitely creeped out by the eerie and haunting feeling of this place.

"why didn't they just tear down the whole building?" i ask spencer while he slipped blue latex gloves over his hands. the smell of a decomposing body made it's way to us as we walked down to the room that we had been told to.

"i don't know.." he trails off, his eyes adjusting to the figure lying on the bed before us, and he slowly sighs at the sight. i walk to the woman on the old mattress and he follows me even though he was trying not to look at her. spencer's nightmares were coming back and this was probably only making it worse.

with my glove, i touch the white paint that soaked her face and the paint bled onto my gloved finger. "it's still wet," i look up at spencer.

he probably knew what paint it was just by the consistency or something, to which i was right, "our unsub most likely used acrylic if it's still wet. maybe he's a painter or some artist."

he pauses, thinking, and finishes, "i'll call morgan; he went with prentiss to the m.e. to see our first victim. the unsub may have applied the paint post-mortem if it's still wet, meaning she probably hasn't been dead for too long."

"you said the east wing burned down. what is this place, spence?"

a man walks in-his eyes were tired behind his glasses. "this is the female ward. we figured that had some significance since he's placing women in here," he says, answering my question.

spencer gets lost in thought again and mumbles, "a surrogate."

he turns to me and stares at me concentrated. i suggest, "maybe a mom that got locked up in here?"

he keeps thinking to himself so i leave him be. he worked best that way-when someone wasn't bothering him. i go to the bed further, examining the details in the sheet and mattress his now third victim was lying on. the mattress was torn as was the frame of the bed-meaning they were here before and weren't the unsub's doing. he was focused on the victim, not what she was lying on.

on the floor are marks, so i stop spencer's thought process, "hey, babe, come look at this."

he shifts, walking over as i kept speaking. "the victim was laid out here, but the bed wasn't here originally," i explain. we follow the lines on the floor from the bed and i say, "it was dragged across the floor from in there."

he pushes the bed with a little grunt in his throat, and while spencer appeared as if he wouldn't have a gym membership, he was a lot stronger than most would think. but this bed wasn't budging.

"these beds are kinda heavy. this unsub went to a lot of trouble to make sure that the victim was placed right here in the middle of the room," spencer mutters, out of breath.

"maybe he had help with pushing the bed. and as far as the placement, i'd say it's for his satisfaction or putting her 'on display.'"

"well, he sure knows his way around; he's young and probably has a partner. but one thing's for certain, our unsub knows this place well."

"i'll call garcia and get a list of former patients. call morgan about that m.e. report."

the detective that spoke to us a few minutes before just stands there, astounded at all we were able to spill out within three minutes. i hated the pd most of the time.

-

on our way back after receiving thankful phone calls and reports from garcia and morgan, i turn to spencer as he drove us back to the station. i laugh, "are you sure you don't wanna watch american horror story with me again?"

"i'll pass."

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word count - 1108.
(i tried doing a little crossover with american horror story and heathridge manor because they gave me similar vibes with murder house and asylum and everything lol. the episode is 7x19 and i used a little dialogue from the episode as well :) )