A year after leaving the BAU, Spencer Reid is restless and struggling to adjust to civilian life. Not finding any fulfillment or respite in it, he decides to take a position with Homeland. On assignment he meets you, a former Master Gunnery Sergeant...
Warnings: interrogations, mentions of prison arc, arguments, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of underage marriage, murder, lil bit of fluff
Summary: Spencer meets the prisoner you told him about, and it infuriates him and you get into an argument. Later, you try to comfort him without telling him.
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Spencer's hands itched as nerves coursed through him. He followed you through the base, tugging at his collar under the sweltering heat and feeling just as out of place as he had the day before.
Even though you were much shorter than him, he struggled to keep up with you in the sand. You strode with such purpose, your head held high and your back straight as you ignored the gawking stares from those around you.
His wingtips were already filling with sand, caked with dirt and sweat gathering under his arms. At least in the dark tees the sweat stains would blend in, under his lavender button up they showed far more than he'd like. His tie was too tight and his slacks clung damply to his thighs.
Spencer never thought there'd be a day where he'd miss cargo pants and cotton t-shirts.
You approached a ramshackle area built much like the CHUville you both were staying in... except this one had an armed guard and was surrounded by a sandbag fence with barbed wire.
He gulped as the guard squinted at him and adjusted his hold on the rifle in his hands. Spencer's newly issued Beretta hung heavily on his belt, making his pants feel like they were constantly about to fall down. You walked on through after flashing your badge, and Spencer had to fumble through his pockets for his new Homeland one.
The guard side-eyed him, but waved him in after you. Spencer jogged over where the sand met jagged concrete to catch up to you. You led him through a maze of old tin buildings, stopping just short of one near the middle.
"I've been visiting Alijah here once a day for the past 2 months," you told him, pointing at a dented door. "She gets no visitors besides myself, has meals through a slot in the door, and she doesn't like or trust me."
Spencer nodded, annoyingly understanding now why you'd made him change back into his civilian clothing. "I don't look like a threat compared to you."
You nodded, "My original plan was to make her hate me and send in Peanut to finish up, but she's green on interrogation and it's not her strong suit. She's more of a techie. You on the other hand might win her over."
You waved a hand and turned to walk in, "C'mon, Doc, let's get dirty."
Spencer didn't like the sound of that, but he followed you anyway. The concrete floor was dusted with dirt, no linoleum like the CHUs had. The metal walls were dug into the ground and filled in with concrete to prevent digging.
There were no doors on the outside rooms, and you led him through, nodding at a kid much too young to be in Iraq. He took out a set of keys and unlocked the door, and it opened with a loud creak that echoed through the solid walls.
