Façade//Spencer Reid

9. No more murder

Y/N
"It's your choice, Agent Hotchner. Are you willing to risk the life of an innocent little boy and his mother, just for the sake of keeping your investigation within the boundaries of stupid fucking protocols?" You whispered the last bit, not wanting anyone outside the conference room to hear.

That moment kept replaying in your mind. You never meant to be rude to the Agent. You never meant to make a big outburst, yet, in that moment, you needed him to know how you felt. You needed him to understand what was at risk, because he clearly had no idea.

When Agent Hotchner didn't give you a response, you rolled your eyes and stormed off, leaving the entire building. The idea of staying in the building any longer made you want to cry. Agent Hotchner would undoubtedly demand to talk to you, and worse, he'd demand to remove you as a consult. But you didn't care.

You made your way back to your safe-house and intended to stay there. Whether it was to calm down, or because you didn't have anywhere else to go, you didn't care. You shut and locked your front door. You grabbed your favourite pair of pyjamas that Agent Jareau gave to you and put them on, instantly feeling more comfortable. You had removed your bra, so you could climb into bed and just relax. You considered watching some TV, but you realised that you'd probably fall asleep, so you decided just to sleep.

You pulled the covers over the bed and crawled in, laying your head gently onto the pillow. As soon as you pulled the covers over your body, you relaxed. Your muscles stopped tensing up and you closed your eyes. You breathed deeply, feeling your eyes becoming heavy. To calm yourself down, you imagined Carter in your head. You imagined him smiling when he saw you, running to you and wrapping his tiny arms around your larger torso. You imagined him placing a kiss on your cheek as you asked him how his day was.

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It wasn't until hours later that you woke up to the sound of loud knocks on your front door. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, glancing down at your phone. 3 missed calls from Spencer Reid at 6:45 PM. You checked the time. It was now 7:10 PM. Hearing another loud knock, you tiredly got out of bed and headed toward the front door. Being cautious, you exhaled when you saw through the peep-hole that it was Spencer standing behind the door. Unlocking the front door, you smiled when Spencer lifted up a paper bag with a logo from one of the local fast-food restaurants.

"I brought dinner." He smiled.

"Thank you, so much. I'm so sorry for not answering your calls. I literally only woke up about a minute ago." You apologised, letting Spencer in.

"No worries. I wanted to call ahead and warn you that I was coming over, so you didn't panic when I showed up and started knocking on your door." Spencer chuckled.

"I'm also sorry for my outburst earlier. I just...I need my son back. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get him back and when someone prevents me from doing something necessary, I get angry." You explained. You and Spencer both sat down and started eating.

"You're both right. In order for us to get close to M, we need you to continue your job. But, to keep Carter safe, we need to make sure that you don't get into any unnecessary trouble. In reality, we need a plan that can ensure the safety of you and Carter, while also allowing us to get close to M without raising any alarms or causing any suspicion." Spencer explained, shoving some food into his mouth once he was finished talking.

"But, Y/N. You need to understand, we're trying to help you do your job...without killing anyone. Murder is off the table for you now." Spencer shook his head.

"Murder is the only way that M knows how to win. Without murder, M has no power. How are we supposed to get his jobs done and get close to him if we can't murder his intended targets?" You asked, confused.

"I think I know how." Spencer chuckled, standing up.

Within the hour, you put on a jumper and put on sweatpants and shoes, following Spencer to the office. Spencer stood tall in the conference room, everyone yawning and trying to stay awake.

"I know how to help Y/N do her job without killing anyone." Spencer smiled. You looked up at Spencer, confused as to what his plan was.

"We fake some deaths." Spencer suggested.

"Excuse me?" Rossi leaned back, confused.

"You heard me. We fake some deaths." Spencer nodded.

Everyone stared back at him in confusion, including you.

"Look, we all know by now that M trusts Y/N enough to get the job done. He said it himself that he doesn't need proof of death, because he knows her well enough. What if we fake the deaths of his next couple of targets and put them into WITSEC? That way, we're not letting anyone die or get hurt, and we can still get close enough to M to take him down and save Carter?" Spencer explained his thought.

"He'll take my word for it and believe that I did actually kill his intended targets." You nodded, understanding.

"This plan isn't exactly easy to pull off, and it certainly won't be easy to get approved by Strauss, the Brass or the director." Agent Hotchner exhaled, shaking his head.

"Screw Strauss, the Brass and the director. If we really care about saving Carter's life, we cannot rely on them to make the best decisions. The only people who can permanently take down M and save Carter are the Agents in this room, and his mother." Spencer shook his head and exhaled, staring directly at Agent Hotchner, who remained silent.

"I have to say that Reid is...right. Strauss, the Brass and the director won't exactly do what's necessary to simultaneously take down an American Mafia leader and save a little boy's life." Agent Prentiss agreed with Spencer, who smiled.

"But, this is all up to you, Hotch. If you want to involve Strauss, the Brass or the director, that's your choice. I wouldn't, but that's my opinion." Spencer looked down at you, before looking back at Agent Hotchner, who exhaled.

"Let me think about it. Give me an hour." Agent Hotchner insisted before making his way toward his office.