Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

PART VIII

Her morning had begun in the worst way possible. The first strike being having to take an ice-cold shower because her water heater had decided to just stop working. The second strike had been the lack of coffee on her shelves. But the third and last strike had been the worst. Just like she feared, Holly had changed her mind and now refused to talk to her.

Y/N was sure there was something else behind her words. Behind her excuses. Y/N knew Holly was afraid, but there was only so much reassurance she could do over the phone. Especially when the other woman hung up and would no longer answer her calls. She would have to find other ways to persuade her into talking, or find herself another witness. Either way no option seemed very promising.

“Hello, sugar plum!” Penelope said welcoming Y/N into the break room. Spencer’s eyes shooting up from the book he was reading and towards her. “What’s got you so glum?” She asked after noticing the look on her face.

“Life.” Y/N sighed reaching for the coffee jar sitting at the kitchenette and pouring some of it’s warm content into a mug.

Turning around she leaned against the counter holding her coffee with both hands. Keeping them warm. The look on her colleagues’ faces a clear reflection of their expectancy.

“Holly decided she didn’t want to talk anymore.” She told them before taking a sip from the warm beverage.

“What? Why?” Penelope asked, and watched Y/N shrug.

“I don’t know. She said she made a mistake and that she didn’t have anything to tell me.” She answered taking another sip. “My best guess is someone else got to her before I could.”

“You think someone’s bought her silence?” Spencer asked closing his book and leaning over the table.

“I wouldn’t say bought.” She answered. “But sure, something like that.”

“So, what do we do now?” Penelope asked this time. Arms crossed over her chest, ready for some action.

“We?” Y/N chuckled, watching her with raised eyebrows.

“You know it, girl.” She said with confidence, placing both her palms on the round table in the center of the room and then whispering. “I feel like a secret agent.”

“A secret agent that could face some jail time for going rogue.” Y/N whispered back mirroring her posture. Garcia just smiled with a hint of mischief hidden behind her eyes.

“Guys.” Derek said showing at the door and moving a brown file in his hand. A new case. “What are you up to?” He questioned leaning against the doorframe and raising an eyebrow at them.

“Nothing!” Penelope answered offering her best friend a broad smile and rushing out of the break room.

“You heard her.” Y/N added after Morgan stood there staring at them waiting for a better answer, and following the blonde lady’s steps.

“Don’t look at me. I know nothing.” Reid said rushing up of his seat and walking right out, leaving Morgan staring at an empty room.

In less than thirty minutes, the team had found themselves already in the air. With open folders spread before them, they went through different hypotheses. Two young boys, Robbie Davis and Nicholas Faye, had been bludgeoned to death in the woods of Ozona, Texas and the team believed the unsub could be a smart, methodical local trusted by the kids. Thinking about possible scenarios, the group of profilers tried to go through as many as they could. The more they had analyzed by the time they arrived, the closer they would be to tracking down the unsub. It was important they worked fast if they wanted to prevent any other casualties.