The sound of a glass wall. (Spencer Reid x Fem reader)

Chapter 17. Back home, first case.

   "Penny! The whole point of you being here is so I can help with the case!" I groan, "Yeah well can you handle seeing these awful pictures!" She squeaks, practically mentally barfing over the pictures, "Better than you can! I see them in person all the time!" I protest crossing my arms. "Okay okay! I'll scoot closer so you can see" she squeaks in surrender. "That's better" I nod my head with pride, looking at her computer scene. "So the unsub definitely shows remorse with the hesitation wounds, he's also a child predator and a rapist. Meaning he's at least well in his late 30s to early 60s." I state, examining the screen. "You can tell that just by looking at these pictures?" I can see the fear in her eyes, "Well, the girls are 10-15, there are rape most definite signs of rape, and the reason I can guess the age is because of the hesitation marks. They could mean many different things, but the most sign that gives me an older man is one, older men tend to have shaky or clumsy hand, two, if the man feels remorse the hesitation wounds could be because he has a daughter or granddaughter and it makes him feel horrible for the things he's doing, or three, the hesitation marks are from the girl moving or fighting back, which means we should call Hotch and ask if they can check under the girls fingernails and their teeth." I state, grabbing Garcia's phone calling Derek. "I thought you said you were calling Hotch?" I look at my sister with a glare, "Morgan is most likely at the crime scene and can fill Hotch in." I put the phone to my ear, "Talk to me baby girl" I roll my eyes "Hate to break it to you Morgan but this is the wrong one. Anyways, The hesitation marks on the girls, it looks like they tried to fight back, talk to Hotch to see if you can check for skin or DNA in the girls' fingernails or teeth." I glance at the picture one more time before averting my attention back to the phone call. "You got it princess" And with that I hang up the phone. "So he flirts with you too, huh?" She asks with a sly smirk. "Ew gross, and yes he does, something about keeping his game up and since we're sisters it's a lot easier, I don't know" I shrug. "Okay back to the case, Hotch just sent me the DNA results, but they don't show up on my computer." I hear her groan as she types on her computer. "Try linking the genes with women and children. I know I said that this could be a male, but there might be two unsubs. A rapist, and a murderer" I state, looking through a file of one of the girls. "Bingo! The DNA leads to a woman named Dorthy Jones, she's 43 and lives at 1248 Walls street in Baton Rouge." I smile at her "Music to my ears Penny, I'll call Hotch for you." We share a smile before I call Hotch. "Hotchner." I look at the paperwork in front of me, making sure I get everything. "Penny was able to match the DNA to a woman named Dorthy Jones, she's 43 and lives at 1248 Walls street." I huff, completely out of breath. "We just went there for a neighborhood check. Thanks Garcias'" In unison Penny and I shout, "Anything for my favorite unit chief!" and I hang up the phone. We both share a similar smile "Great minds think alike" She hums, typing away on her computer. "I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want some?" I ask, sitting up from the hospital bed. "Yes please-" I hear her abruptly pause before gasping, "Y/N Garcia! What are you doing up!" I smile at her and slip my flip flops on, "Getting coffee love, two sugars a creme right? Or do you want a caramel iced coffee?" I ask, walking to the door. "Ice coffee please honey, thank you so much" She blows a kiss at me before I leave the room.

   I walk up to the lunch line, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants. "Well hi honey! What can I do for you?" I smile at the sweet lady pointing towards the menu, "Two caramel ice coffees please" She turns around grabbing two glass bottles of the iced coffee. "Thank you!" I exclaim as she hands me the bottles. She smiles in return and I make my way back to my hospital room. I walk past a room and see a familiar face "Holy shit! You're the- uh.. The guy that wrote The Narrative of John Smith!" I stand in the door frame. "You're Conan Doyle!" I exclaim slightly jumping up and down. I see the man stare at me in confusion. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry to disturb you.. I really didn't mean to freak out like that" I apologize, spreading an awkward smile on my face. "It's alright, come on in. Are you a fan of the book?" I smile brightly as I step in the room, "Uh, I've listened to bits and pieces. The real reason I got excited is because my boyfriend is like obsessed with your book. It's most definitely his favorite" I squeal, holding my hands tightly together. "Oh, well what's you and your boyfriend's name hon?" I walk a little closer, "Oh, uh I'm Y/N Garcia sir, and my boyfriend is Dr. Spencer Reid." I smile, rocking back and forth on my heels. "Dr. Spencer Reid?" He questions, "Oh, yes! We're agents for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit!" I cheer sweetly. "Oh well then! How about I write an autograph on a piece of paper, and we can get a picture together for your boyfriend" He smiles, waving me over to him. I walk closer to him, pulling my phone out to take a picture, "Alright, be you in this picture, he won't believe me if you don't!" I giggle snapping a picture. "Alright little lady, here's that autograph and you can be on your way" He cheers, finishing up his writing. He hands me the piece of paper, a sweet smile on his face. "Again, thank you so much sir! I hope you get better soon!" I shout, running back to the hospital room. "Penny! Penny! Oh. My. God. You will not believe who's autograph and picture I got!" I squeal while sitting on the bed. "Well who is it?" She turns around, invested in my story. "Conan Doyle! Spencer's favorite book is by him! I got an autograph and a picture! I'm gonna wait to show him though!" I cheer, doing a little dance in my seat. "Okay, calm down before you bust something open!" She scolds me, but at perfect timing the doctor walks in. "Well Ms. Garcia, your results look good, so you can go back home. I just recommend no combat for another week or so" He voice is sweet and excited. "Thank you so much, I can leave right now, right?" I ask standing up from the bed, she nods at my question. "Penny! Come on! Let's go to the BAU, then we can hangout in your office. And you get your computers back!" The amount of energy I have shocks Penny, "Alright, your adrenaline is way too high right now sugar. Let's just calmly walk to the car, and we'll head back to the BAU." I can tell my energy is even too much for her. But I can't help it. I slide into the car, still aware of the pain. "Please get me out of here" I groan, buckling my seatbelt. "Hells yeah baby!" Penny shouts, speeding away from the hospital. "Penny! I just left the hospital! What are you trying to do, send me back!?" I scream, holding onto the grab handle of the car. "It's bitchin!" She shouts, cheering the whole time. "I swear you're crazy, woman!" I scream once more