Stay Away (S.R. x reader)

Chapter 15

tkm - boy pablo

It was early morning when we were laying in bed, the sun was peaking through the curtains and Spencer's arm was around me. We both knew the other was awake but neither person said anything. It was pure bliss. But when he turned to plant a kiss on my head I broke the silence, 'we need jobs.'

Spencer nodded instantly in agreement, 'we are running out of money by the days.' He looked at me and smiled, 'what would you be, if you could do any job?'

I shrugged, but he lightly elbowed me to push me into giving an answer. I giggled, 'honestly?' He nodded so fast, it made me laugh again. 'I guess a doctor I went to medical school and all but never really followed through. I just don't know where the time went.' Spencer's head shot up and he got out of the bed and got on one knee. 'What are you doing Spence?' I rolled my eyes, laughing at his antics.

'I Spencer Walter Reid, vow to you, y/n y/l/n that you will become a doctor.' He then takes your hand and kisses it.

I laugh, lying back on the bed. Before looking back up at him, 'Okay... Spencer?' He quirks an eyebrow up at me as to ask me what I'm going to say, 'What would you be if-?' He didn't even let me finish the sentence before he cut me off.

'A profiler,' His eyes go sad and he stares off into space, his beautiful mind suddenly elsewhere. He doesn't move his line of sight as he says, 'I used to be one before I was wrongly accused and sent to jail, my team was like my family and I don't think one of them looked for me.'

I walked over to where he sat on a chair and sat behind him. Wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, 'I'm sure that's not true.'

'I was moved around a lot, from prison to prison, because... well things were complicated. And soon enough I lost all contact with my team and I don't think they looked for me and then my mom died and suddenly... I had no one.' He lay back into my arms and I took the chance to play with his hair which he always liked. He smiled, relaxing before picking up his phone to go through the news. He always insisted on being kept up to date.

'As long as you have me you'll never have to feel like that again.' I leaned over him and kissed him softly. He smiled back up before his eyes returned to his phone.

'What the-' He sat up so fast he nearly bumped my head.

'What?' I asked him, he looked so anxious, I thought maybe he had gone a shade paler.

He turns to look at me, eyes wide, 'Jax is dead.'

...

It had soon been discovered that he had been killed only an hour after we had seen him. It didn't take us long to realize they would trace back his steps and our DNA was probably all over him. It was easy to pin this on us. But that wasn't even the biggest of our concerns, as Spence studied the murder he found more and more details that pointed toward something more sinister. Jax had lost fingers and toes, which Spence explained to me was clearly done before the death. 'This is a sadist.' Someone so disturbed that it was only a matter of time before this happened to more people.

I stood up, walking toward the door, 'we have to tell the cops what we know before more people get hurt.'

He grabbed my arm, stopping me, 'no, y/n, please. We will be practically handing ourselves over, we can't go to the cops unless we have hardcore evidence.'

I thought I might be sweating, 'well what do we do?' I ran my hands through my hair, hoping to distract myself.

He too got up and started pacing, his brows furrowed, mind clearly working hard to come up with a solution. Soon he stopped and placed both hands on my shoulders, 'look, this might sound weird but I think I can figure this out.' I didn't respond at first unsure of what to say so he continued, 'It was only six years ago I did stuff like this every day, if anyone can figure this out it's me.'

I backed up, 'Spence, I don't know-'

He cut me off, 'if I fail, we go to the cops.' He raised his hands in surrender to this idea.

I paused, on one hand, I wanted to save other people but on the other, I really didn't like the idea of jail and Spencer already had a record so that just made our chances worse. But I did trust Spencer, and I always knew there was something extra about him, he could save more lives. I looked back up at him, 'Okay, let's do it.'

...

As the sun started to lower, Spencer began diagnosing the 'unsub' as he called it. I figured I was of no help to him and instead went to go get coffee. It was warm outside and I took my time getting the coffee, letting my skin soak up the sun as I sipped my beverage.

It was then that a man and woman approached me, before I could respond they sat down at my table and the woman leaned across and whispered to me, 'act like you know us, or people could get hurt.' The woman had long blonde hair with blue eyes and one could tell that she was bubbly yet her eyes squinted at me as if trying to figure me out in some way.

I was shocked, I said the first thing I could think of, 'is that a threat?' I was surprised at the confidence that came out through my voice.

The man shook his head, he was a bit older, with cropped black hair and matrix-looking sunglasses. He was good-looking in an older way. His suit had almost no wrinkles in it and he had been staring me down since he got here. The man slid his what looked to be a wallet over and opened it up, I felt my eyes widen. 'We're FBI. Now please take us to your living quarters so we can talk in a little bit more privacy.'

Shit. 'Yup, of course.' I sounded like a coward, I knew that but I was scared, what did they know? I swore I was shaking the whole walk to our hotel as it was completely silent. No small talk or anything. Even though the walk from the coffee shop is only two minutes it felt like ten.

When I opened the door to the hotel room, Spencer was sitting on the bed, scanning over pages probably from the crime scene. 'Hey y/n, did you get my coffee?' He was calm and relaxed but when he looked up his eyes grew so wide. I would too if two FBI agents walked into my room, but this looked different.

'Spence...' The blonde woman behind me said.

'What the hell?' Only I called him that, 'How do you-'

'JJ?' He was frozen, he looked like he had just seen a ghost.

'Spencer, explain what the hell is going on.'

He shook himself out of the trance in which he was looking at this woman... JJ, 'Y/n I'm sorry this is Aaron Hotchner and Jennifer Jereau, I used to work with them.'