Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

Part I

The smell of burnt coffee filled her nostrils as she walked into the kitchen. Rubbing her damped hair with a gray cotton towel, she stared at the back of the person responsible for the scent that was now filling her apartment. In the meantime, Layla, her older sister carefully poured the dark liquid into a pair of mugs. ‘What are you still doing here?’, she had asked making her jump with surprise.

Y/N wasn’t used to that picture. Even the concept of breakfast was an unusual thing for her. The last time she remembered having a proper breakfast was probably during her middle school days. And those days were far behind her.

Being the workaholic she was, Y/N was most days already gone by the time the sun had come up; And juggling between some sleep and work, breakfast was rarely a thought that crossed her mind. Today, things were rather different though. It was her first day of work after her suspension. And not just that but, she had also been transferred into a different unit which meant she would have to work with people she did not know and under different circumstances. It was safe to say she was not really that eager to get to the new office nor to meet any new people.

Rumors always traveled fast between the different units and Y/N could already imagine the ones being spread about her.

“Breakfast.” Her sister answered turning around with two white mugs filled with coffee. One, she offered to her. The other, she placed in front of herself. “Your phone rang this morning. Who was it?” She asked.

“Just some- insurance Company.” She replied taking one small sip from the mug, only to regret it immediately after.

“At five in the morning?” Layla questioned raising one of his eyebrows. “They didn’t sound very nice over the phone. It sounded more like they were threatening you.”

“I’ll deal with it; you don’t have to worry.” Y/N assured her placing her mug back on the table and getting rid of the towel so that she could brush her hair.

“Was it about that case you were working on?” She pursued with worry written all over her.

“Let’s not talk about it, yeah?” She replied in hopes to put an end to the subject but it did not seem to work.

“Y/N, you know how dangerous that is.” Layla said looking straight into her eyes. “But I guess trying to stop you, is like trying to force a train from its tracks, isn’t it?” She sighed.

“Please Layla, you don’t have worry.” She said reaching out to grab her hand from across the table.

“I don’t have to worry?” She said pulling her hand away from her sister’s. “What would you do in my position?” Layla asked.

“Everything will be ok.” She guaranteed. “You just have to trust me.”

“I only want you to be safe.” She said locking her gaze on her sister’s. “But I can’t protect you from yourself.”

“I’ll deal with it soon, okay? I promise.” Y/N assured her.

The ringing sound from an incoming call interrupted their conversation before Layla could say another word. Pulling it out of the back pocket of her jeans, Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of the caller’s ID. Of course, it would be her mother. Who else could be calling her at this time in the morning? And God only knew what she could possibly want.

“Your mother’s calling me.” She told her sister pointing at her with her phone.

“Hey, she’s your mother too.” Layla stated making her chuckle.

“You’re right.” Y/N agreed clicking her tongue. “I’ll take this on the way, otherwise I’ll be late. Lock the door on your way out?” She asked before walking out the door herself.

The phone kept ringing nonstop until Y/N finally connected it to the Bluetooth system of her car. Her mother’s voice suddenly coming through the speakers.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Were the first words her she said to her.

“No hellos I see.” She replied pulling out of her driveway. “What are you talking about?”

“Were you fired?” Her mother asked in that high pitched voice she often used when she was angry.

“No, I was simply transferred into a different unit.” Y/n explained slowly as if she were talking to a child.

“Two federal agents came to our house today. They were asking all kinds of questions about you. For two hours!” Her mother informed her. Y/N could easily picture her pacing around and exaggeratedly moving her hands in the air.

“What did you tell them?” She asked rubbing her eyes as she stopped at a traffic light.

“What could I possibly tell those men? You never tell me anything anymore!” She shrieked.

“I just hope they don’t consider questioning Layla too.” Y/N said now talking to herself.

“My hands are still shaking.” Her mother commented, still on the other end of the line.

“Mom calm down, don’t worry about it. Okay?” She told her trying to get the woman to relax.

“Please, just talk to your father. He’s a lawyer. He’s got contacts. I’m sure he can help you.”  Her mother recommended. Y/n simply shook her head even though her mother could not see it.

“He’s the last person I would turn to for help.” Y/N stated. “I’m sorry mom, I’ve got to go.” She said hanging up the call. The doors to her new office standing twenty meters in front of her.

Taking one deep breath, Y/N observed every detail from it. But the building wasn’t important, what truly mattered was what it held inside. Work. She had deeply missed doing her job. The time lost during her suspension almost driving her crazy. She desperately needed to get back on the case and solve it as soon as possible.

“Y/N.” Her former boss said approaching her as soon as she walked through the door.

“Captain Pierce.” Y/N replied in a serious tone.

“Look, I know that you’re mad at me but, transferring you to another unit was the only solution I could find.” He said walking her towards the elevator. 

“You were just covering your ass.” She stated.

“They suspect that you’re responsible for hacking our database.” He told her pressing a button and closing the doors. “What else could I do?”

“I didn’t do it.” She said turning her frame to face him.

“Then you only have to prove it to the feds.” He told her.

“So, you don’t believe me either.” Y/N said now facing the metallic doors right in front of her.

“No, I believe you. That’s why I transferred you instead of just firing you.” He explained as the doors finally opened.

“Oh, such a sacrifice.” Y/N simply rolled her eyes and walked past him.

“The feds took your computer.” He mumbled so only she could hear. “Can’t you understand that you’re not just risking your career here. You’re also risking your freedom.” Pierce told her holding onto her forearm.

“You think I don’t understand that?” She questioned pulling her arm away.

“Captain Pierce.” A middle-aged man greeted them shaking Pierce’s hand. “Detective Y/L/N, welcome to our unit.” He added.  

“Special Agent Gideon, I’m glad to see you’re back on the job.” Y/N said greeting him back with a slight nod of her head.

They had met before, under different circumstances of course. Many years ago, when Y/N was only a rookie. Back then, before becoming section chief, he had been a great leader for her squad, and an influence for her.

“Come, I’ll show you to your desk.” He informed and, after excusing themselves from Captain Pierce, she followed him through the bullpen.

The place was not as big as her former office, but Y/N could work with whatever he was given. She always had. All she needed was a good computer and now a couple colleagues with access to the database.

“Let me introduce you to the rest of the team. At least the ones that are here.” Gideon said once they had reached her desk. “Ladies, this is Agent Y/L/N. Detective and cybersecurity specialist. She’ll be working here for a while.” He informed them.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer.” One of the agents greeted offering her hand for her to shake. “You can call me JJ.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N replied.

“I’m Penelope.” The other said introducing herself with a cheerful smile. Her colorful outfit making her stand out from the rest.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” She told them with a tight smile.

Taking all in, Y/N sat on her desk, letting all air out of her lungs. Both hands crossed over her lap as she stared back at the two women in front of her. Profilers, she thought. And suddenly the idea of them over analyzing her posture crossed her mind making her sigh again.

“Are the rumors about your transfer true?” Penelope asked with curiosity leaning against the side of a desk on the right side of the aisle. The others simply looked at her, but their gazes were not enough to prevent her from speaking any further.

“Depends on what you’ve heard.” Y/N said crossing her arms and leaning back on her chair unsure whether or not she should disclose anything.

“What did actually happen then?” She questioned again, giving her all the attention and Y/N sighed while thinking her answer through.

“Guys, we have a case.” A much more formal-looking agent announced walking towards one of the rooms carrying a couple brown folders in his hands.

Unfortunately, her answer would have to wait now that duty had called. Standing up, the group followed him into what Y/N could only assume was a briefing room or a conference room. And with a sign, Gideon invited her to join them.

“You must be agent Y/L/N.” The man in the suit said welcoming her. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.” He informed while handing her one of the folders.

“Pleased to meet you, agent. I heard a lot about you.” She said accepting the folder, and moving towards one of the few available seats around the table.

“What do we have here?” Jennifer spoke opening her folder.

“Someone sent a package straight from Jamaica.” Hotchner announced. “A head.”

“Whoever sent it, sent it to my cabin.” Gideon said. “But nobody was supposed to know that I was there.”

“Morgan and Elle are in Jamaica right now. There was a murder.” JJ said. “The body found was headless, and Elle’s been arrested for it.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m heading down there after this meeting. I have some Bureau lawyers and a crime scene unit ready.”

“Were the baseball card and envelope attached to the box?” Penelope questioned looking into the file.

“Yes. And we’ve already processed them but there’s nothing. We’re still working on identifying the head. I’ll talk to the Montego Bay Police as soon as I get there, maybe they can help us identify the victim.”