Hatred // spencerreidxreader

Disbelief

!⚠️!TW!⚠️!
///sexual harassment///

"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it." - Helen Keller

Getting the profile was definitely the easiest part of this whole case. The unsub usually doesn't kill in the same city twice, except for Los Angles. He could be gone for all the team knows. He's good, he knows what he doing when he commits his awful acts. Right now, the team is working on finding some more evidence.

"Hello everyone, how are we doing this fine morning?" The chief of the local police has walked in the station for the first time this morning. It's 11:00 am. The team had already been there for 5 hours.

"Good. Currently, we are trying to gather as much physical evidence. The more evidence we can find, the better we can get to know the unsub."

"Alright. I'll be in my office if you need me."

With that, he's gone. Already headed over to the coffee station to get himself a cup. You watch him as he sits down at his desk. He pulls a little key out of his pocket and unlocks the bottom drawer. You see him pull out a bottle of alcohol and pour some in his coffee. He's drunk at work, what the hell.

"I'll be right back Hotch. I have to go do something."

"Alright. Be back in 5 please."

"Will do."

You get up and walk out of the room. You can feel eyes on the back of your head so you turn around and see Spencer looking at you. You motion for him to walk over to you so you can talk.

"What's up? Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Spencer looked at you with a suspecting look on his face. Every time you said that, you were doing something pretty stupid.

"I'll be back."

"Alright. If your not back in 5 minutes I'm coming to find you."

"Ok Spence."

You walk out with a smile on your face. You knock on the door.

"Come in."

You walk in and sit down in front of him. He gets up and starts walking towards you. You know he won't do anything because the blinds on his windows aren't shut.

"You need to go home." You begin to speak, but he looks at you like your insane. "Your drunk. I can smell you from here. Your a cop, your the chief. Drinking at work is not an option for you. You are the one everyone in this town trusts. Don't ruin that. Take the day off. Go home." You stand up to walk out of the office and go back to your team when a strong hand wraps around your waist.

"What the he-"

"Shh shh shh. Your fine. Your safe with me. I'll go home... as long as you come with me."

"Your drunk." You say as you try to push him off. He struggled a little bit against you, but then he quickly recovered. He flipped you around to be looking at you, you were caught off guard when you felt a fist connect with your eye. He punched you, and you could feel a small amount of warmth dripping down your face. Blood. He's already got you flipped back around when you realize...he's not budging. "Seriously, get off of me. My team, and yours, are in the next rooms over. What do you think they would say if they found out that this what you do when things don't go your way? They might even suspect you as the unsub." They wouldn't. The team is too smart. The profile is too far along, they know it's not him, he doesn't fit the profile. They already suspected him. Spencer and Hotch both know your gone, they'll come looking for you. Especially Spencer. Right now, your just speaking out of your ass hoping it will frighten him enough to let you go. Instead, he's shut the curtains so no one can see you. You try to scream, but before you can, he's covered your mouth. He leans in slowly and whispered in your ear.