Spencer Reid | Oneshots

My Only Chance ❤️ (M)

Summary: The BAU is after one of the most prolific serial killers in the world, but she swears she's innocent.

Rating: Mature (16+)

Content Warnings: Domestic violence/abuse, drugged (Spencer, ketamine), institutionalization, medical abuse, knives, stabbing, guns, head wounds, courtrooms

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The rain beat softly against the window as I stared out into the woods surrounding the cabin. I listened to the sound and allowed myself to be grateful that I had at least made it back here before the torrential downpour. I leaned my head against the window and sighed at the contrast of cool glass against heated cheeks.

As I'd only recently learned, it was very difficult to drag an unconscious 6'1" man in full tactical gear out of a building, into a car, and back inside. My arms were still shaking, and I tried to reassure myself that it had been from the physical exertion, and not the nerves. But either way, the effort and anxiety had been worth it, because he was there.

I glanced over at his sleeping figure on my bed, but I stayed at the healthy distance. He should've woken up by then, but there was no sense in worrying. I was powerless to change what had already happened. Although there were potentially a few things I could've done to speed the process up, I didn't like the idea of an uncomfortable waking.

I already felt guilty enough for dosing him with ketamine. I would apologize for it when he woke up, but at the time I didn't have a choice. I was petrified that he wouldn't believe me, that he would kill me before I had a chance to explain.

But once he was laying so peacefully in my bed, I felt I had underestimated him. He was a vision of purity and redemption; a light at the end of a tunnel that stretched from my birth to this moment.

I turned back to watch the trees blowing in the breeze. The hypnotic swell of sturdy, stubborn branches. I closed my eyes to better witness the sounds of mother earth's rage. I understood it well. The chaotic beating of wind and rain was interrupted, however, with a far more human sound. A soft, pained groan followed by a pitiful struggle against rope binding.

"Dr. Reid, you're awake!" I cried. My body sprung to action before he'd even had time to blink. I ran to his side and reached out to place a gentle hand on the side of his face and push the hair out of the way. "Thank god. I was getting worried."

He visibly winced at the contact, and I pulled my hand back as if the reaction had burned me.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I tried to tell myself that he was just groggy from the drugs, that he didn't hate me nearly as much as it seemed. But then again, it wasn't hostility or violence in his eyes - it was terror.

"Where are we?"

It was an understandable first question. I had nothing to hide.

"We're in an old cabin I used to visit when I was a kid. I guess it's my house now."

His panicked eyes scanned the surroundings, no doubt spotting his gun on the kitchen counter. He stared at it for two seconds too long, and failed to realize both that I had no other weapons around, or that I wasn't using it to threaten him in any way.

"Please don't be scared," I pleaded.

Please, don't think I'm a monster.

"Why did you bring me here?"

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant. This was, after all, the only place I could take him. It was the only home I had left. He knew both of these things, so I couldn't understand what he was trying to clarify.