Precious Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 2]

Chapter 2 - Minimal Loss

Trigger warning: mentions of extreme violence and sexual assault

"To follow by faith alone is to follow blindly." - Benjamin Franklyn

I was in Spencer's kitchen making pancakes while wearing his white shirt. Crazy in love was blaring through the speakers and I was in a really good mood. I felt two arms wrapping my waist and smiled. "Did I wake you?"

Spencer turned me around so I could face him. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still half closed. "Not at all, Precious." He kissed my lips and we both smiled. "You look so good wearing my clothes.

My blue eyes scanned his body. He was so handsome and still gave me butterflies after being together for over a year. "I made pancakes for us." I placed the pancakes on our plates and handed him the chocolate syrup he loved so much.

"These are delicious." He said as he finished chewing the first bite.

I took the fork to my mouth and felt the sweetness hit me. "I guess I outdid myself today." I smiled and he nodded.

After we finished eating, Spencer helped me do the dishes. He looked at me, the towel hanging on his shoulder, and he grinned. "Cassie, you know I love you, right?"

I glanced at him. "Of course. And I love you too, Spence." I bumped my hips on his and we both laughed.

"Why don't you move in with me?" Spencer asked and my eyes widened. We never discussed our living arrangements.

"Are you serious?"

Spencer nodded as he pulled me into his arms. "I wanna share the same space with you and I think we're ready to take that step."

I jumped in happiness and he caught me, grabbing me by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I wanna move in with you." I squealed and placed small kisses all over his face while he laughed. God, I loved him more each day that passed.

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Nancy Lunde, a social worker, called the BAU to help with a case of a series of statutory rape committed by Benjamin Cyrus, the leader of the Separatarian Sect in La Plata County, Colorado.

Spencer and I were undercover as child interview experts. "Give me your badge." I asked my boyfriend.

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

I sighed and snatched the badge off his hand. "We're entering a cult. They're going to pat us down in search of ID. They would kills us if they found out we're FBI."

Spencer nodded and handed me his gun as well. "Now remember, these people are closed off and you need to earn their trust." Nancy warned us. I have no idea why Hotch thought Spencer and I were cut out for this job.

We stepped inside the community and, as expected, they searched us. Spencer looked really uncomfortable. A man in his 40s approached us and smiled. "Welcome to the Sect. I'm Benjamin Cyrus."

Nancy glanced at us. "Mr. Cyrus, I'm Nancy Lunden and these are Cassidy Porter and Spencer Reid, the child interview experts."

"What do child interview experts do?" Cyrus asked us with an amused expression.

"We speak to children and analyze their behavior to understand if there's any evidence of abuse." I explained.

"Hopefully, you'll see the children are well taken care of." Benjamin smirked as we reached the school grounds. "Call me if you need anything." He walked away and we entered the building.