the man of my dreams

pt 1

you applied to the BAU about 2 months ago, and you have just been hired! you're honestly so excited because you had this dream ever since you were a little girl. your father was killed in a shooting and you wanted to follow in his footsteps.

when you arrived, a man, wearing a suit, was roughly around his mid 30s, early 40s approached you.

"hello, there. i'm SSA aaron hotchner, but you can call me hotch." he said putting his hand out for a handshake.

"hi, im y/n taylor." you said smiling and shaking his hand.

"please follow me into the conference room, we have a new case." he said as you followed.

once you guys got there, you saw a room filled with a lot of people.

"guys, this is our new agent, y/n taylor." hotch said introducing you to everyone.

"i'm garcia, our tech analyst."

"i'm morgan."

"i'm jennifer, feel free to call me JJ."

"i'm david, but call dave."

"i'm emily."

"im spencer." he said while going over the new case.

"hi." you smiled nervously and sat down.

"okay, so guys this one is really sad. a family of four were brutally murdered in boise, idaho. the mother, brooke wright, father, devin wright, and 14 year old son kevin wright, were you know having a nice family movie night, and bam someone breaks in the front door." garcia said, while going over the logistics.

"wait, you said a family of four? but that's three." emily said confused.

"ah right, the unsub took their 4 year old daughter, melissa wright." garcia said, showing a picture of the daughter.

"but, what if there was two unsubs? because think about it, if one unsub came in and i don't know grabbed the mother, the father could've fought back." you said, making a obvious point.

"y/ns right, there's no way this unsub could've done it alone." reid said, looking up from the file.

"alright guys, wheels up in thirty." hotch said closing the file and walking out.

Boise, Idaho

when you guys finally arrived, hotch assigned you guys places to go.

"reid and y/n go to the crime scene. JJ and morgan interview the neighbors and ask if they heard anything. emily and dave go to medical examiner and i'll go to the police station." hotch said, assigning us jobs to do.

the father and son have been transported to the medical examiner office, but the mother hasn't yet. she's still being observed by the forensic examiner.

you and reid go to the crime scene. and it was pretty awkward. so you decided to make conversation.

"so, how long have you been in the bau?" you asked reid, while observing the scene.

"about two years." reid said, not looking in your direction.

you were observing the way the victims were positioned and something was off. you were observing the mothers face, and you saw her throat looked weird.

"hey, can i have a pair of gloves?" you asked the forensics lady that was on scene.

once you received the gloves, you bent down towards the mother and opened her mouth. you looked inside and it was a locket. it was a ripped picture, but it had the mother and the other side was ripped.

"um, reid, check this out." you said and reid came towards you.

"mhm, it's a locket. the other half of the picture could be the unsub or unsubs." reid said.

reid was observing the living room when he saw a footstep of blood in the corner. he assumed it was the other unsub.

morgan and JJ heard that the neighbor that lived in front of the wrights heard yelling and gunshots. the other neighbor saw a grey sudan and didn't get but three numbers off the license plate. emily and dave learned that the father had blunt force trauma to the head and the son had been shot in the back of the neck and ricocheted to the father.

more after that, you guys delivered the profile.

"we believe there was two unsubs. they're believed to be white, early 40s, average height." hotch stated.

"look out for a grey sudan, with license plate number of FG2." reid said.

"baby girl, talk to me. have you found the owner of the license plate yet?" morgan said speaking to garcia.

"give me a sec, and we've got a Brock Adams." garcia said.

"thanks baby girl." morgan said hanging up.

"the unsubs name is Brock Adams. Garcia is looking for a address." morgan said.

- the unsub -

"i want my mommy." melissa said, crying.

"your mommy and daddy are dead." brock said, mocking her.

"dude, we have to let her go. the police are gonna find us!" the second unsub said.

"jack stop being such a crybaby." brock said nudging him.

- bau -

"okay, so i got address for mister adams. it's 4001 oak wood avenue. and it appears he has a younger brother, jack adams." garcia said.

"thanks garcia, you're awesome!" you said, hanging up.

"i like her." she said to herself.

you guys go the adams resident and bust down the door.

"brock and jack adams, this is the FBI." hotch shouts, having his gun out in his hands.

you guys hear a scream, and you guys rush down to the basement where the scream came from.

"brock, put the gun down. she's just a little girl." JJ said pointing her gun at him.

"no. this little girl is mine. her whore of a mother had an affair." brock said.

"so, you're willing to kill your own daughter for mistakes she had no control over?" you said.

"you're right. what's wrong with me?" brock said dropping the gun.

morgan and you put jack and brock under
arrest while the officers take them into custody.

on the flight back, everyone is basically sleeping except you and reid.

"do you play?" reid asked you pointing at the chest board.

"well of course, i've been in a competitive league in school." you said, moving your piece.

"really? what's your iq?" reid said, knocking your piece over.

"187." you said knocking his piece over.

"no way, me too." reid said smiling.

"wanna out for coffee tomorrow?" you said, knocking over another piece.

"sure." reid said, winning the game and smiling afterwards.

you rolled your eyes and you guys played the game over and over till you guys landed. and after that, you could say you were starting to like spencer.