Twitterpated (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Chapter 33:

It was now early march, you had been back at work nearly 2 months which was truly exhausting. You had been apart of a 17 hour surgery, on your feet the whole time and your resident had sent you home straight after to get some rest.

Just as you came through the door your phone rang, it was Emily, "Hey, Em, what's up?" You picked up the phone, tossing your keys in the dish by the door and taking off your shoes,

"Are you home?" Emily replied, her voice was blunt and without emotion. You had only heard her like this once before.

"Yes, I am. Emily what's going on?" You sat down on the sofa,

"Is everything locked? Doors, windows, the whole lot?"

"Yes, of course. Emily, is it happening again? Please, don't." You felt your eyes tearing up again, your heart beginning to beat faster and faster,

"Yes. I love you, Y/N." She choked back,

"No, don't do this. What about the team?" Tears were falling so fast down your face you couldn't hold them back.

"I left them my badge and gun, they can't be in any danger, none of you can. Be safe, okay?" She pleaded, and you could hear her crying heavily on the other end of the phone,

"Okay... I love you too." You replied and as soon as the words left your mouth Emily hung up the phone and you fell apart.

You sat on the sofa crying uncontrollably, hysterically, but you knew you needed to calm down for your baby. You clutched your stomach tightly, trying to hold your baby closer than he already was, even though he was inside of you, knowing he might never get to meet his Auntie Emily.

Once you had calmed down slightly, you looked at the clock, it was 2pm. If Emily had called to tell you she was going, she would be long gone by now, which meant the team probably knew she was gone by now. This time was different though, you weren't just going to let Emily disappear again.

You got in your car and began to drive to Quantico to get to the team running on 7 hours sleep over the last 48 hours and still in your scrubs.

When you arrived, you didn't even stop at security for a badge, which of course would normally anger the people at the front desk, but they knew you so well they probably didn't see the point in stopping you.

You noticed that the bullpen was empty so headed straight up to the round table room. When you entered, the first thing you noticed was JJ stood at the monitor, "Oh JJ!" You sighed happily, happy that the team were all together. She smiled at you and thats when you saw Emily's 'Lauren Reynolds' file on the monitor and you felt your face drop,

"Y/N." Spencer said and got up to hug you and you hugged back weakly,

"Y/N, you shouldn't be in here." Hotch said in his usual tone,

"Emily's gone I know, I'm here to help." You said, sitting down next to Spencer,

"What do you mean you're here to help?" Morgan replied in a defensive tone. You took a deep breath and leant back in the chair,

"You're looking for Ian Doyle, Emily worked undercover with the alias Lauren Reynolds while she worked for Interpol. I'm not supposed to know but she told me about a year after she got back when she wasn't coping too well."

"And how can you help?"

"I know where she is. She's in Boston and no doubt Doyle is too, you need to find her." You choked, trying not to cry thinking about what that monster could be doing to her.

"Is there anything she told you that we need to know?" Spencer asked you softly, taking your hand in his.

There was, you were just worried that telling the team could do more harm than good, but they needed to know everything, "Doyle had a son, his name was Declan and Emily faked his death and relocated him so that everyone would think he was dead and he would be safe. From Doyle, from Interpol, from everyone. That's probably why Doyle is doing this." You said as calmly as you could and everyone looked at one another in shock understandably.