Stay Away (S.R. x reader)

Chapter 18

a/n

in this chapter, you will notice that I switched a few things around in terms of the story of criminal minds and I also switch POVs between Spencer and y/n. So yes, enjoy!

(Spencer's POV)

'The coffee tastes different since I've come back.' I say as I sip my coffee.

'Aww is the coffee not up to pretty boy's standards?' Derek teases.

'Leave him alone Derek,' Emily smiles, slapping Derek's shoulder lightly.

Derek's teasing isn't the same as before, we both knew that our relationship has changed, i'm no longer weak and innocent. I mean I've been to prison, Derek's teasing doesn't get through at all but, I play it off, I act as if I'm still boy wonder who was the youngest at the job 15 something years ago. Before I can respond to Derek's relentless teasing Hotch comes out of his office and walks to the balcony. He scans the room until he spots me and I notice is eyes linger, 'we have a case.'

'Something to do around here! Finally!' Derek is thrilled to end his boredom and paperwork but I feel that something isn't right.

As we walk up Hotch whispers something to Rossi and he shakes his head in what looks like disbelief. I walk slower, suddenly afraid of what the situation is.

Hotch grabs my arm and pulls me aside, 'Reid, about the case...'

I hold my breath, now unable to ignore the fear coursing through my body.

Hotch gives me a pitiful look before breaking the news, 'It's y/n.'

(Y/N's POV)

At first, I didn't really see anything.

And it was nice.

That was until this horrible white light flooded my vision. I assumed I was dead but I figured dead people don't get horrible migraines like I was getting right now.

Where am I?

'She finally awakens!' That cold voice said from behind the light.

Fuck me.

I try to focus my eyesight and soon realize I am staring into a bright light that my captor is holding.

I groan and try to move but realize I am tied down. Then as if things couldn't get worse a searing pain is brought to my attention. My face feels as though it is on fire. 'Wh-why is my face i-itchy?' I strangle out.

'Interesting reaction to the face paint.'

Face paint?!?!? This is just not my luck.

Of course, I am allergic to face paint, I had found that out at my 3rd grace birthday party and had to be rushed to the hospital in front of all my friends. 'Pl-please, t-take it o-off.' I feel my throat tightening up, how much had he put on?

'Oh silly Margaret, if I take it off then you don't look like you.' He peered over the light, briefly blocking it, and smiled at the work he had done on me.

'Who i-is Margaret?'

He stopped smiling and his face turned grim, he delivered a swift slap across my face. I thought he was going to hit me again but instead, he returned to a seemingly sane state and bopped my nose, 'you're silly.'

(Spencer's POV)

We had been sat in the office for hours, creating a profile, tracking previous victims. It didn't take long to find out who he was, Carter Manningsfield, a man who had lost his wife and would find other women who looked similar to her and try to recreate a family. However, as most of these cases go; he would soon figure out that the fantasy was not real and dispose of the poor woman in his possession.