Characters x Reader

Spencer Reid X Reader

|TRIGGER WARNING!!! Mentions of blood, murder, abuse, violence, gore, anxiety, panic attacks. This will be in She/Her pronouns. |

Y/n couldn't remember what had happened. She woke up in the hospital, hand cuffed to the bed and the white light blinding her. Lifting her head, she looked around and noticed two detective's sitting next to her, one asleep and the other staring out the window. I sat up slowly causing the tall man staring out the window to look over at me. He gently tapped the women sleeping awake and she instantly woke up and looked at me.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Agent Jareau and this is Dr. Spencer Reid and we are with the FBI Analysis Unit." She spoke softly, her beautiful blonde hair falling just past her shoulders and hands folded on my bed next to me.

"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Reid asked me, his eyes squinting as he searched for any change. It was hard trying to remember that night. My ears started ringing and I clasped my hands over my ears and shook my head no.

Agent Jereau looked over at Dr. Reid who slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "That's okay, what is the last thing you remember?" His tone soft and comforting.

"I remember being at camp...we were just getting home from the bonfire because it was the night...some of the seniors had snuck out so they could make out and stuff but they never came back. We didn't think much of it until..." I couldn't finish the sentence I had started. My body was shaking and tears threatened to fall down my face.

I felt a hand on mine, "Everything is going to be okay. You went through something no one should ever have to go through. You are safe now." I looked up with tears clouding my vision and saw Dr. Reid, holding my hands. His words and touch seemed to take the anxiety away completely.

"What happened when you guys got back?" Agent Jereau asked with a soft voice.

"We saw them...hanging from the trees...blood everywhere...there were symbols..." I muttered, shaking at the memory of what had happened. I tried my best to remember the symbol that was splattered everywhere with their blood but my head hurt to bad for me to continue. They must have saw that as they stood up.

"Thank you for your cooperation, we will be back if we have any more questions." Agent Jereau spoke softly as Dr. Reid trailed behind her.

"C-can you stay?..." My voice cracked as I spoke, feeling like a helpless little kid who was scared to sleep in their own bed at night. The two looked at each other before Dr. Reid stepped towards the chair and sat down.

"I can stay with you, Agent Jereau has to notify the rest of our team about what you told us." He spoke bluntly but softly. I nodded and Agent Jereau smiled at Reid before leaving and shutting the door behind her. I jumped at the sound causing Dr. Reid to place his hand on mine again.

"Y/n...I know its scary, what happened to you was not your fault and you are safe now." He spoke slowly and calmly, his voice melting the anxiety in my head and body instantly.

"Pinky promise?" I asked, reaching out with my pinky. He looked at my hand for a moment, contemplating if this was worth touching another human or not. After seeing how terrified she was when he had found her, he reached his hand out and locked his pinky with mine. "I promise, I will never let anyone harm you again." He spoke blunt but with meaning. Looking into his hazel brown eyes, I started crying suddenly. I don't know what had come over me but it became hard to breathe and my eyes clouded with tears. As I gasped for air, Dr. Reid instantly moved me to hold me against his chest. "You are safe. Listen to my heartbeat. Follow my breathing." He spoke softly but calmly before he started to take deep and slow breaths. Listening to his heart and feeling him take his breaths, I attempted to follow but it was very hard. I started to notice my fingers and toes were tingling like there were falling asleep and I tried to tell him before he softly shushed me. "It's okay, you're alright. Just keep breathing with me." He continued to breathe slowly with me, holding my hands as he warmed them up with his hands. I closed my eyes and I leaned back against him, feeling light headed and dizzy. He was sturdy behind me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him and sitting up straight. My whole body felt tingly and all I could focus on was feeling his chest against my back.

Suddenly, I jolted up with a gasp until I felt Reid's arms holding me against him softly. My chest heaving, I looked around frantic. "You're okay...you're safe..." Reid continuously whispered into my ear but with no avail. He turned me around, me in his lap now, and looked me in the eyes, holding my chin up softly. "I won't leave your side or let anything hurt you. I pinky promised you and I will keep it." Spencer smiled softly at me. He softly ran his hand up and down my back and continued too breathe slowly to help me, which helped this time as I felt the tingly go away slowly and it was getting easier to breathe. Leaning back against Spencer, I reached up and felt my face was wet and I embaressdly wipe it away.

"Do you have anxiety?" Reid asked, concerened and curious about Y/n. I nodded softly and sighed, "I'm sorry...." I mumbled, feeling the tears falling down again as my eyes laid on my hands in my lap. "No, no, no...don't apologize for your feelings. I am here if you need someone to talk too."  I smiled a little and nodded at him,  "Can I?" I asked.  "Yes, there's no cameras here so you can speak freely." Spencer smiled even knowing full well that he didn't need a camera and he was going to remember everything she had said and done down to the way her eyes shined and sparkeled. Spencer wrestled with his thought's, he rarely liked getting work and relationships mixed up because of what happened with Mave. "When I was a kid, I was happy...I had a great relationship with both of my parents. That was until someone took my brother...I was home...asleep...well that's what I told cops... I heard him...my brother screaming out...I was always a protective him so I ran to him...I saw him on the table...bounded by chained to the table legs and a knife in his chest..." I sobbed into my hands until I felt Spencer slide me back onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed.

"Do you remember what he looked like?" Spencer asked softly. "He was 40-ish years old, balding and he was a little overweight." I stuttered and held him tightly as I remembered what he looked like. "Did he do anything a lot?" He continued to ask questions, holding me close and rubbing my back softly. It took me a minute to completely remember that night but I nodded. "He would smack himself in the head repeatedly." Spencer nodded and smiled at me, "Anything else?" I held him tighter, shaking a lot more than before and I nodded, crying again into his shoulder. "What is it?" He asked and she sighed before using her finger to draw the symbol on his hand. "the symbol...it was carved into him..." Spencer immediately grabbed his phone and pulled me closer. "What was his name?" He asked. "B/n" I cried out on his shoulder as he called his team and talked to them. I don't exactly remember what they were saying because I slowly fell asleep in his arms.