Criminal Minds x reader one shots

Secrets - part 8

My breathing quickens when I recognize him. "A...Alex...?" I say through his hand.

Im assuming he doesn't know Spencer's here, seeing as we didn't speak when I got in. How do I get out of this? What could I do? He's a big guy, so I could try to fight back but I'd probably lose-

He smiles. "I told you. I said I'm sorry. I've said it so many times, how many do you need so we can be together?" Be asks quietly. My brows furrow. I push my right leg up and knee him in the balls. Ouch. He immediately hunches over on the bed and I sit up to roll off the bed. Panicked but trying to keep my cool, I call for Spence. "Spen-!" I'm interrupted by Alex grabbing my ankle and pulling, making me fall down on my carpet. I groan and grab my nose, the blood quickly spilling out. My attention is ripped away from the blood when Alex pulls me closer to him. "You fucking little bitch-!" He practically yells as he climbs on top of me. He pins my hands behind my back and I yell in pain. 'Spencer where are you!???' I keep struggling underneath Alex until he pushes my head into the carpet, my cheek smushed against the rough floor and my nose creating a quickly growing puddle of blood on the carpet and my face. "Spence!" I yell for him again. Clearly I wasn't loud enough the first time. Alex grunts angrily and stand up, grabbing both my upper arms and dragging me up with him before slamming me into the closet doors causing me to lose my breath. I call for Spencer again. "Spencer-!" I say nearly in tears from the pain and the thought he's leaving me alone. Alex laughs at my teary eyes and punches me in the stomach. I cough until I can grasp my breath again.

Alex throws me on the ground farther away- to the point in the room with the most floor space. I groan when my head hits the ground. "Agh... f-fuck.." I roll on the ground. Alex gets on his knees above me, fist winded back. "How could I be hung up on a pathetic piece of shit woman?! You're not worth my time- you're not worth ANYONE'S time!-" and with that, he punches the side of my face, causing me to spit blood to my right, the ringing in my ears starting up. I use my hands to weakly try to push him off of me but obviously fail. Again. I spit to the other side, crying now.

Why isn't he here? Does he not care? Were they together? Why... why why- w-why!??

My head swings again when his fist makes contact to my cheek again. The ringing nearly deafening. I'm dazed when the door to my bedroom bursts open and Spencer is holding his gun, panting. Alex gets off of me quickly though I don't really notice. My head is spinning and my whole body hurts. It all hurts. So badly. That's all I can think about. The pain. The hurt.

Do I deserve this? Is Alex right? Maybe I do deserve this.. maybe I'm too much work for anyone to deal with.. maybe.. *my head gets light and fuzzy. I try to keep taking breaths but it's difficult. It feels like I can't breathe. Then finally, peace. Black. Quiet.

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When they walk into their room and close the door, I look around their living room and the visible kitchen from my spot on the couch. My phone rings so I get up and walk out front to answer it, slowly closing the front door so she doesn't think I left. It's Hotch. "Reid. I need you to check up on l/n for me. I'm gonna give them tomorrow off and hopefully they'll tell you what's wrong by then. If they don't, I'm going to force them to speak to someone"

I put my free hand in my pocket. "Okay. I'm actually at their apartment right now. They're changing and then we're gonna talk." There a pause on the line. "Okay." Another pause from Hotch. "And Reid,"

"Yes?"

"Make sure they're okay. I'm worried." He says simply.

I smile at the rare moment of personal involvement from him. "I will." And with that we hang up. I walk back in quietly and when I close the front door I hear a pretty soft bang, like something was dropped on carpet. Brows furrowed, I stand still for a moment, listening carefully if she needs help cleaning something or if she's hurt. I hear another noise, like something was hit. Then another. I run to her room and throw the door open.

In case she's hurt (or maybe my paranoia) I have my gun out right before I throw open her door. My breathing stopped when I see a large man hunched over on top of her, punching her face. I can see her legs underneath him, her socked feet are the closest to me. The image will haunt me. She's crying. And trying to push him off as he wails on her. Her feet are weakly pushing on the carpet but unable to move her body under his weight. He turns around when I yell.

"Hand up!" My hands are shaking from the adrenaline. He shoot up and turns to look at me and I have to fight the urge to shoot him and check on them. He does what I say begrudgingly. He get him on the ground next to her and drag him with me to my bag to grab the spare cuffs I have for emergencies. I put him in them then call the police while I check on her.

She completely out of it. I check her body with a glance and her face is the most messed up. Her hair is messy and there's dry blood and flowing blood from her nose, a puddle of dried blood on her right cheek, bruised already showing up, cut lip, cut up cheeks from the impact of the punches, hand marks on her upper arms, and that's all I can see without moving clothing. Her breathing is unsteady and I panic on the phone the operator. Within 7 minutes they were here, a cop took the man away and I followed the two paramedics to the hospital. I called Hotch on the ride there and filled him in.

When we got to the hospital the nurses checked her and were speaking to each other using medical terms. Usually I'd understand easily but I was so out of it and scared that I was too late that I could only think about her. Who was that man? Did she call for me? She must've been scared. What do I do? What if she doesn't make it?

My mind running amuck I didn't realize that we were going passed the point where I could go. I tried using my badge but they still wouldn't let me through. I got angry but turned around and sat in the guest seating area. 15 minutes later Hotch showed up and I filled him in in person, telling him my fears and that it's my fault for not being there when she needed me. I was RIGHT there. I should've heard. Done something. Anything.

Hotch tried to comfort me but I was only half there. I didn't even realize when Emily and Morgan came in, Hotch filling them in. They were concerned of course, and tried asking if I was okay but I snapped at them. "How could I be okay when they're like that!? I was right there! This is MY fault!-" Hotch gave me a knowing look to calm down and I ground my teeth angrily. I'm not angry at them. I'm angry with myself. How could I have not known? God, I'm such a fucking idiot.

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I LOVE THIS SM OMG

Spencer my baby boy 😭😭 I really hope he doesn't keep blaming himself because AGH. THATS SO SAD. I just wanna hug him 😭🫶

OH AND IM GETTING A LIFE SIZE SPENCER REID CARDBOARD CUTOUT AGHH