Hatred // spencerreidxreader

Dance with me

When you see *** play the song :)

"Life is about choices. Some we regret. Some we're proud of. We are what we choose to be." - Graham Brown

Your mother stared at you in disbelief. Although when she spoke, she was still able to control herself. "Now why would you use such language in front of Spencer?"

If you weren't used to her nonchalant tone, it would have freaked you out how she was speaking so calmly in this situation. Spencer did seem a little freaked out, but you weren't. You were used to it since you grew up with it. You would always do stuff to make your parents upset because of how they acted. They were always so uptight. You would try to break them just to see a different reaction from them. It only worked once. You had to do something that you aren't proud of in the slightest. After it happened, you and your parents agreed to never speak of it again. You thought of it from time to time but kept the agreement and never spoke of it again. Seeing your mother speak to you like this while your father is sitting there, silent, is normal. He never said much when she was like this. I mean sure, he could be the same as her, but that was when she was gone a trip and it was just him at home. When she was home, he let her have her moment. She has had a lot of moments. This is your house, not hers though. You are not going to deal with this in your own house. 

"Believe me mother... he has heard way worse. Now what I want you to do is leave." You spoke in a tone so similar to hers it shocked you. The last thing you ever wanted was to sound anything like your mother. "This is my house. You don't just get to show up and expect me to okay with it. It is especially wrong because you found my key and invited yourselves in when I was at work."

"Please, you weren't at work. I recognize those cheap blankets anywhere. You were in the hospital. Besides, one of our people told us that you were injured. We had them fol-"

"Wait." You cut her off, intrigued by her last sentence. "One of your people? What do you mean by that? You have people to follow me?"

"That is none of your concern young lady. It is our concern to know if you are safe or not."

"It is all my concern. You have people following me when you could just be an actual parent and text me to check up on me. You don't have to hire people to watch me, I'm an adult."

"We don't huh? That's why you've been in the hospital a lot over these past couple months ever since you got your job? Why would you want a job where you get hurt constantly?"

You didn't realize that you never told your parents what your job was. Though now that you know they have people following you, they know already. "I don't get hurt constantly. Besides, helping people as much as I can is my goal. Can't say the same for you."

At your remark she rolled her eyes. "What do you do for a job anyways, you never told us."

"You have people following me, you should know."

'Well, we don't. They wouldn't tell us even if we threatened to fire them. Now tell us. Go on."

"After I tell you, you are going to leave my place. You are also going to stop watching me."

"Fine. Just tell us and we'll be going."

"I'm an FBI agent. I work for the Behavorial Analysis Unit."

Your mothers face went blank and pale. You looked at your father and he looked the same but them held an expression that you couldn't read. You looked at Spencer and he immediately walked over to you and sat down. 

"I met Spencer there. I know you guys are probably really upset with the fact that I didn't tell you that I was in the FBI, but you have to understand why. You guys were never really behind me in my decisions in life. You guys thought that it was crazy that I wanted to move down here, let alone join the FBI."

Your mother stood up and walked to the door, your father soon enough following her. She turned to you and spoke in such a low tone you could barely hear her from across the room. 

"You are never going to stay in the FBI. I'll make sure of that. You don't belong there." 

She turned away and opened the door. Before you could say anything, she walked out. Your father shutting the door loudly behind him. 

Spencer looked at you with a look of concern. You already knew what he was trying to ask.

"I don't know what she's going to do, but it's probably going to be big. She's the type of person to have me kidnapped. So, if anything happens to me, call Hotch. We might just need the team to deal with her."

"I will." He promised. "Has your mother always spoken in such a cool tone when you yell at her?"

"Yes. When I spoke to her earlier, when I was calm, I wasn't actually calm. It's the same thing she does all the time. She was doing it today. I shocked myself a bit because I thought I sounded like her. That's the last thing I want."

"You don't sound like her. Now I understand why you never talk about them.

"Yeah. I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I'm sorry you had to live with that."

You both smiled at each other before he stood up and connected his phone to a speaker and started to play your favorite song. Before he pressed play, he asked, "Can I have this dance?"

Of course, you said yes. You stood up and he un-paused the song.

***

The music started to play, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You never knew Spencer was the dancing together alone type, but now that you know, it makes sense. You loved learning new things about Spencer. It made you feel closer to him. You know that there are more things to learn about him and vice versa.

"Oh, you kissed me, just to kiss me. Not to take me home."

He leaned in to kiss you. You immediately kissed him back. Feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow as he deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you. 

"If I said you could never touch me, you'd come over and say I looked lovely."

He pulled completely away from you, only having a grasp on your hand. He took in the sight of your entire body then spun you around once. When he pulled you closer again after the spin, He whispered in your ear and told you how lovely you are. 

"Come and kiss me pretty baby."

He went to pull you into yet another kiss when there was a loud knock on your front door. The song has stopped, leaving you and Spencer in a cloud of love and silence. You look at him and know what he's thinking. It has to be your mother, or something your mother planned to get you out of the FBI. You had a thought about what it might be, you were hoping you were wrong. You let go of Spencer and look through the peep hole in the door. You see what it was, or rather who it was. You turn to look at Spencer, he gave you a knowing look. He texted the team immediately to have Penelope track their phones and meet them at the location. Remember earlier when you wished you were wrong about what it was going to be? Well, you were right.

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