𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. As a matter of fact, he toed the line most days on his job. It was something that he knew he was getting into the first day he stepped foot into the FBI, and Jason Gideon had been the one to warn him of everything that this job may take from him. At the time, Spencer deemed the risks worthy because he would be doing something worthwhile, and after all, what was more satisfying than saving a life? He had had his fair share of near-death experiences, but Spencer could say with one hundred percent certainty that he was not afraid of dying.

Not until now, at least.

He never thought of death to be something that he should be afraid of. Everyone died at some point, that was a mere fact. It was inevitable. And despite the fact that Spencer was a scientist, he also believed that there was a concrete path that every single person was set on. He liked to believe that was true, needed to believe it was. He couldn't quite pinpoint the exact moment in time that something had changed in him, and he slowly found himself wanting to live to see another day.

Actually, that was a lie.

Spencer Reid was a genius with an eidetic memory, and he remembered just about every single moment of his life, even from when he was a small child. The day that his life changed, was just over a year ago, almost exactly. When Spencer's team had taken the Clairmont case, he hadn't expected to fall so quickly for the blonde haired girl whom he was assigned to protect. Back when he had first met her, his feelings would have been described as a silly little crush (unrequited, of course), but that quickly changed. He still remembered the first moment he met her for the first time, sitting on the couch sharing a cigarette with her family, and thinking to himself 'she's even more beautiful than the pictures.'

Even now, as Spencer watched the world blur around him, his mind was only focused on one thing. If he blinked, he could have sworn that he saw her standing over him, a binding smile on her face, and a certain glow around her that was just so tempting. In the background, he could hear a bunch of unintelligible voices, but he was unable to focus on what they were saying because his mind was only thinking about one thing. Celia, Celia, Celia.

He could hear Derek on his left, and he turned his head to try and look at him. His mouth was moving, but Spencer couldn't hear what he was saying over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He knew it was bad, but he couldn't do or say anything to try and stop it. All he could do was thinking to himself, I don't want to die. Not yet. He wanted to get married, have kids of his own, and have a life for himself.

"Come on, Reid. Stay with me," Derek instructed. "I'm right here." He looked as though he was getting patched up himself, and he wanted to form the words "Are you okay?" but he couldn't. The sound of the paramedics talking resembled gibberish, and he couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he knew that it couldn't have been good. "Don't you go dying on me, kid."

Spencer was really trying not to, but it felt as though everything was out of his control now.

"He's crashing!" one of the paramedics said frantically. "I'm gonna need you to let go of him now, sir. Paddles!"

His eyes closed once more, except this time they didn't open as he allowed himself to slowly fall into the abyss, until there was nothing. No pain, and no fear at all. Just nothing.

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Celia found herself unable to waste away an entire day just sitting in Spencer's apartment and feeling sorry for herself. Yes, today was the anniversary, but she didn't want to think about it. So, she went to the one place where she knew she'd feel better in an instant, and it was none other than Penelope Garcia's office. With the coffee orders in hand, Celia stepped out of the elevator and made her way down the familiar hallway until she landed in front of a familiar door. With Spencer working on a case, she found herself not wanting to be alone today. Logically thinking, Penelope was the best person she could be around since the woman was essentially sunshine incarnate. It was almost impossible to be sad whenever she was around.