Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Stranger Danger ☁️ (PG)

Summary: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Rating: PG

Content Warning: Heavy cursing

A/N: Please do not make jokes about harming children on any of my works (even when they are being sneaky little shits). Thank you!

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It was one of those days that people like Judith Viorst wrote about. One of those Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days.

The days where I woke up to find out our water heater was broken, the coffee pot shattered, and I was pretty sure that I had just lost my child in the park.

I was a good mother. I knew that I was. But that day tried my patience in a sanity in a way I'd never felt before.

I knew my child was rambunctious, but I'd never expected them to bolt off the second I looked away. They'd never done it before, and there was really no reason for them to have started.

And to top it all off, of course, it had to be a beautiful weekend, so everyone and their mother was at the park. I tried to remain calm. I shouted their name every couple of seconds as I poked around the area.

It had only been a few minutes. I was sure that they were fine. Surely, no one would snatch them away from right under my nose. But as I tried to reassure myself with absolutely no evidence or understanding to back it up, another series of thoughts occurred to me: Oh god, what if they're not okay? What if someone took them?

But then, there they were. I saw them holding hands with a man who did not blend in. A tall, lanky motherfucker with an undoubtedly quirky outfit. But that wasn't even what caught my attention first.

No, it was the gun I saw holstered on his hip as he went to pick up my child.

Frantically pushing my way through the crowd, I shouted with the unbridled rage of a mother grizzly, "Hey!"

He turned to me, equal parts shocked and afraid, standing up to face me while still holding onto my child's hand.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled. But I didn't let him answer before I grabbed his wrist, separating the two of them and sweeping my child closer to me with my arm. I pulled them close, looking up at the stranger as I barked, "That's not your kid, back the fuck off!"

The man had both his hands in the air, but the frenzied look in his eyes made me doubt his innocence. Then again, he mostly just looked unsettled. But as far as I was concerned, he was about to take my child.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Please, listen—"

"Please, enlighten me as to why you were about to walk off with my kid," I laughed bitterly as I picked up my child, who was thankfully still light enough at three years old to be cradled in my arms. I wasn't going to let them slip away again.

"I'm an FBI agent. Look, I'll going to show you my badge."

Fuck, I cursed to myself. I clenched my eyes shut and let out a frustrated sigh as I realized I'd just dug myself into an even bigger hole. Of course my kid had somehow managed to find the one cop in the park.

He held his badge open, and I felt my heart stop. Sure enough, it had a faintly similar picture (obviously taken some time ago), with the name "Spencer Reid" above the title "SSA."

Releasing a long breath, I raised a hand to massage my temple. "Shit."

"It's okay. I'm sorry I scared you."