Watching a mother reunite with her son after 5 years left no dry eyes. None of the team, nor the nearby nurses left the hallway without tissues in their hands. It was truly a beautiful sight, and Spencer was so glad that the worst was over.
With Marco arrested, his whole operation and all of his other contacts would be easily dismantled, hopefully leaving nothing left to start up again. Once Marco was officially behind bars, Y/N and her son would be free to live their lives, although, with their circumstances, Spencer knew it wouldn't be easy, so he was determined to help Y/N and Carter however he could.
The day after Y/N reunited with Carter, they were both able to go home, their discharge papers signed. Marco no longer being an issue meant that Y/N no longer needed the safe-house.
"Hotch, let me take her home. She can stay with me for a while...just until she can get back on her feet." Spencer offered, watching as Hotch exhaled, crossing his arms. Meanwhile, Y/N packed up her belongings, Carter packing up his as well.
"Spencer, I know you mean well, but she was a victim in our case. As much as you want to help her, I'm sure the police can take over and help her." Hotch shook his head.
"The case is over, Hotch. She's not our victim anymore. She's just a friend of mine with a child who both need a place to stay for a while." Spencer argued, watching as Hotch took a moment to think.
"Fine. Take her home. Maybe take the next few days off, help Y/N adjust to being a parent." Hotch nodded, watching as Spencer smiled, agreeing.
Spencer turned around and walked into Y/N's hospital room.
"You're coming to stay with me for a while. Just until you can find a stable job and secure a home for you and Carter." Spencer smiled.
"S- Spencer, I appreciate that, but we can't. You've already devoted so much of your time to helping me. We'll be okay." Y/N shook her head.
"Look at me, Y/N. You need help adjusting to being a mother. You just got your son back. It wouldn't be right for me to just let you go without helping you. Stay with me for a while. I'll help you get a job and a place to live. Whatever you need to help re-acquaint you to society." Spencer insisted.
"Alright." Y/N nodded.
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Elle stood in the BAU, her bag in her hand as she looked around, confused.
"You alright, Elle?" Hotch asked.
"Is Spencer around? I want to say goodbye before I head to the airport." Elle asked, hopeful.
"Sorry, he isn't. He's letting Y/N and Carter stay with him for a while, so I gave him a few days off to help her." Hotch shook his head.
"Oh, okay. Well, I have to go. Can you say goodbye to him for me?" Elle asked, watching as Hotch nodded, smiling.
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SPENCER
I carried Y/N and Carter's bags into my apartment, setting them down in the guest bedroom.
"Help yourselves to the kitchen and bathroom. If you need anything, let me know." I smiled, watching as Carter immediately went to the TV, while Y/N searched the kitchen, clearly looking for some food.
"T- Thank you...S- Spencer." Carter formed a sentence, smiling at me.
"You're very welcome, Carter." I kneeled down, earning a very tight hug from the small boy.
"Spencer, would you like a sandwich?" Y/N asked, grabbing out some plates.
"You don't have to." I shook my head, pulling away from Carter's hug.
"I may not have to, but I want to. Think of it as a thank you. Judging by the state of your kitchen, you don't use it often." Y/N smiled.
"That may be because I'm travelling a lot." I chuckled.
"Even when you're not travelling, considering the fact that this saucepan has what looks to be burnt food on the bottom of it, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you either don't cook, or you're not a very good cook." Y/N laughed as she lifted the saucepan up, showing me the burnt food that never came off when I tried to clean in 3 weeks ago.
"Your guess was very accurate. As much as I try to cook, it never works out. Something always goes wrong and I end up with burnt food, raw food or anything in between. I don't think I've ever actually made a decent meal." I admitted, exhaling.
"Maybe I can help change that. Before Marco, I used to cook for my family all the time. I was the best cook in the house." Y/N explained, handing me some bread.
"I'm pretty sure I know how to make a sandwich." I chuckled.
"Sure you do, but it's the simplest thing you can make. Today, it's a ham and cheese sandwich. Tomorrow, it's pasta." Y/N smiled, looking optimistic.
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Façade//Spencer Reid
RomanceSome people kill for attention. Some people kill to build fear. Y/N? She kills for family. Loosing most of her family, Y/N's guilt and grief forces her to a life of crime and killing. She didn't choose this life. It was thrust upon her without warni...
