1 out of 150//Spencer Reid

39. WITSEC

After solving their latest case in Memphis, everything was normal. The team was on a roll, solving case after case without major issues. Y/N felt better every time she was referred to as Special Agent Y/L/N. In a few years - if she stuck with the BAU - she could very well become Supervisory Special Agent Y/L/N, which is something she hoped for.

Things with Spencer had been progressing smoothly. Living together had been nothing short of amazing. Y/N had begun to teach Spencer how to cook, seeing as his one and only attempt to cook ended up in Y/N having to throw out their only fry-pan. Y/N would cook on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Spencer would cook - with Y/N's help - every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Sundays were their take-out night. Slowly, Spencer's cooking had gotten better, enough that he'd only ask her one or two questions every time he cooked.

One thing that did change for Y/N and Spencer was their work. Neither of them had been fired, or transferred. After they returned from the case in Memphis, Hotch spent 2 hours with them discussing their relationship. They had made their relationship known, and hadn't had time to actually discuss and focus on the paperwork side of their relationship.

Spencer had been aware of the rules when it came to dating. That's why - before Y/N - he didn't show any romantic interest toward any of his female colleagues. He was aware that it wasn't necessarily frowned upon to date a co-worker, but it wasn't widely accepted either. He knew almost every rule to do with the FBI, the rule on dating not being one of them, because it wasn't really brought up unless a couple formed within a team or unit.

By the time Hotch, Y/N and Spencer were done, all of the necessary paperwork was filled out and would be filed as soon as possible.

Y/N and Spencer were excused from Hotch's office. They both stood up and intended to head down to their desks, in order to get some paperwork done for the Memphis case. When Spencer opened Hotch's office door, he was greeted to the sight of two individuals standing at Derek's desk.

The individuals seemed familiar, but he had no idea where he knew them from.

"Where is she? Could you let her know that her parents are here?" The woman asked, clearly bothered by Derek who didn't care enough to actually do what the woman was asking.

"Y/M/N. Y/F/N." Y/N recognised who was standing at Derek's desk.

"Ah! Y/N, darling! It's lovely to see you!" Y/F/N smiled, directing his attention to Y/N, who looked like she could kill with just a stare.

Y/N stormed down to the bullpen and walked straight to her parents. It was too late for the team to stop her from balling her hand into a fist and throwing a punch in her father's direction. Her fist made contact with his jaw and it sent him back a bit. Spencer raced down and was quick to hold Y/N back, not wanting her to do any more damage.

Y/N watched with rage as her parents were led to the interrogation rooms.

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Y/N
After you calmed down, you marched to the interrogation rooms, not caring that Hotch would definitely hold you back and prevent you from talking to them.

From behind the glass, you watched as your parents sat in their respective seats, acting as if they hadn't just walked into your life after 11 years...and on your birthday, no less.

You didn't wait for your team or for Spencer to monitor you as you talked to your parents. You walked into the room, both of their eyes landing on you.

"My darling, you look so beautiful. You aged very well...exactly like me." Your mother smiled, trying to make small talk. You weren't bothered. You glared at her, waiting. Were you waiting for some form of apology? Not exactly. More like an explanation.

"Why are you two here? How are you two here?" She didn't show any emotion. Her parents didn't deserve any emotions.

"We came to say...hello." Your father chuckled.

"Hello? After 11 years of no contact, you came all the way to my work...to say hello?" You emphasised, shocked.

"Why wouldn't we say hello?" Your mother asked.

"Oh, I don't know? You were arrested right in front of me when I was 13, and I haven't seen or heard from you in 11 years! No calls, no texts, no cards. Not even a fucking email!" You didn't mean to curse. You were angry and it slipped out.

"Well, to explain, we were arrested, but we were too valuable to police - and more importantly, the FBI. So, in exchange for information, we were placed in WITSEC." Your mother explained.

"You- You've been in WITSEC...for 11 years?" You gulped.

"No, actually, we spent 6 years in WITSEC and then 5 years ago, we left and started over. Clean slate. Haven't done a criminal thing since." Your mother clarified.

"So...starting over meant not contacting your only daughter?" You exhaled.

"We just...we assumed that you wouldn't want contact with us. I mean, we were arrested right in front of you." Your father explained.

"That's funny, considering I thought that you both were in prison up until 1 minute ago." You scoffed.

"We're so sorry for not contacting you sooner. You've clearly moved on from when we were arrested." Your father held your hand. You pulled away, hating the feeling of his hand touching yours. The only person who was allowed to hold your hand was Spencer.

"I did move on. I went to college, met my best friend. I have 2 PhD's, one in psychology and one in sociology. I'm working on getting a BA in philosophy. I'm in my final year of college as we speak." You smiled, wondering if they'd bring up your birthday.

"Ah, yes. Just as smart as your father. What are you now? 23? You're quite young for your job here, but it seems as if you fit in quite well." Your stomach dropped. They thought you were 23. As of 12:00 AM, you were 24 years old. You were one year older. They clearly kept up with your life, and knew how old you were, but they didn't even realise that today was your birthday.

"But, like all children of criminals, your crimes came to bite me in the ass. You remember Richard Sumner?" You asked.

"That idiot? Yeah. I remember him. He stupidly cheated on his wife and murdered the women he cheated with." Your father scoffed.

"Yeah, well, he's dead. He started threatening me and my team. He murdered one of my enemies and kidnapped my best friend. I took matters into my own hands and killed him." You admitted.

"Good riddance. He was a pain in our asses. I have no idea why we let him keep working for us." Your mother chuckled.

"I think it was because without our support and money, him and his family would've been broke and homeless." Your father suggested.

"You're both still as egotistical, narcissistic and self-absorbed as I remember you. You can continue discussing dead people and I'm going to go and do my job, which is catching assholes and criminals like you two." You rolled your eyes, standing up.

"If you actually have a reason for being here besides annoying me, then feel free to go and see my boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner. If not, I'll happily have you escorted off the premises by security." You coldly glanced at them.

"Y/N, darling, wait." Your father stood up.

"Goodbye, Y/M/N. Y/F/N." You called them by their names as you walked out of the interrogation room, which obviously caught them off guard, but you didn't care.