Spencer Reid X Reider One shots and imagines

Pyscho B*tch 2

A/n: So many people requested a part 2! And thank you for so many reads! 138k reads! I include outfits in this one. I know the ending may not be what you expected but I hope you enjoy!

It was weird living a life as someone else while trying to remember who you were. You went from being an FBI agent to a yoga instructor.

You were exhausted from the day. You headed back to your loft. You got yourself a cool lemonade and went out to the balcony.

You brought your drawing pencils and sketchbook out with you. It was cool and calm. You let your mind wander as you drew.

You didn't recognize the woman you drew but she must be important. You had to remember to bring it to your next therapy session.

So far all you remembered from the incident was that your attacker was a woman. You were too traumatized to try to remember it again. At least for now.

You had only began to remember your past, like your childhood and teenage years. There were some gaps but you were getting better.

Dr. Purple was the name of your therapist. Sometimes you did hypnotherapy, other times you did psychotherapy. But you did like art therapy.

You showed her the picture of the woman you drew.

Dr. Purple asked, "And you have no idea who she is?"

"No" you replied.

"Maybe Hotch does"

Dr. Purple sent the sketch over to Hotch. He recognized it as Maeve. It was your ex's new girlfriend. But that didn't seem right to you.

You went back to your loft after your therapy session. Your neighbor Nick flirted with you again. You didn't mean to lead him on but you were. You weren't looking for anything at all anytime soon.

A few days later, you, your witness protection person, and Dr. Purple went down to the BAU. It was empty. No one was there.