A year after prison, a jaded Spencer Reid takes on a special assignment at Emily's request... to babysit Finn Doyle's ex-girlfriend while the BAU hunts for him. He doesn't want to do it, nor does he want to be solely responsible for her safety. When...
Warnings: angst, allusions to Maeve, mentions of prison arc, reader is a victim of stalking and domestic violence (forewarning yall!), stalking, intimidation, creepy ass gift giving.
Summary: We learn about the Reader a bit and what she does for a living, and why she hates Emily Prentiss. Meanwhile, Emily asks Spencer for a favor!
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It had been seven years since you had a good night's sleep.
When Ian Doyle broke out of prison, the FBI dropped everything to track him down, to hunt down Emily Prentiss when she went rogue and save her.
They didn't think about you, neither did Emily.
She knew what you were going through, to have her attacker and one of the most terrifying men in the world free from imprisonment. She was a rat in a cage and Ian was the cat waiting outside to pounce.
And when he 'killed' her, you ran. You hardly slept, hardly ate, becoming a shell of yourself in the wake of your one protector disappearing from the world and leaving you helpless and alone.
When she came back and found you in Dallas, you couldn't help but feel betrayed.
Because when Ian escaped, so had his brother, the man who terrorized you for years and sent you on the run with Emily's help five years before. She knew what you'd been through, knew how terrified you were of the Doyles and what they could do... and still she left you to fend for yourself.
You took the passports she gave you, the new identities and cash, and ran again into the night.
Because they never caught Finn Doyle, even after his brother was murdered on a tarmac in front of his child and the FBI.
It took six and a half more years for you to stop running, worn down and exhausted. Six months ago you'd settled down begrudgingly with Emily's help, buying a book store in a nice neighborhood in DC and furnishing the apartment upstairs.
You had finally begun to feel safe again, though you refused to speak to Emily unless you had to. She gratefully let you be, checking in now and then.
Sometimes you spotted her car idling down the street from your shop, or caught a glimpse of her as you walked down the block. When that happened, you turned on your heel and went the other way.
You hated her, hated how she'd left you all alone to fend for yourself during the most terrifying seven months of your life. You would never forgive her, and you didn't want to.
When you were eighteen you traveled to Italy for a study abroad program, taking literature classes and enjoying your calm, easy life when you met Finn Doyle.
He was beautiful and kind, with bright blue eyes and a strong jaw that entranced your sheltered heart and had you falling for him before you really knew who he was.
You met Emily when she was living as Lauren Reynolds, sleeping with Ian and partaking in his criminal underworld. You had been woefully naive... content to spend your nights in Finn's bed and explore your first love. The time came for you to go home, and you tearfully said goodbye to your Irish love and went back to the states... until he found you and convinced you to come back.
