Is this wrong?

Strangers.

We had been working on the case for days now, and I was sure that if in a couple of hours, I didn't get out of the room where me and Reid had been staying to work on the case, I would be one of the next unsubs.  

Y/N: "You know that you are not always right Reid? It's literally impossible. And we need to work together, even if you don't like it. Believe me, neither do I."

Reid: "Actually, I'm practically always right, the 97% of the t-" I cut him off, raising my hand in a 'shush' sign. 

Y/n: "Don't you dare start with the statistics Reid, admit it, sometimes also you can be in the wrong, you can make mistakes sometimes."

Reid: "How dare you? I never make mistakes, actually I-" When I cut him off again he looked annoyed, but this time I cut him short because I understood something about the case, not because he was being an insufferable piece of shit. 

Y/n: "Spencer come here. I think I found something. Could this be considered a pattern? Similar attacks have occurred in the area, each with the same brutal modus operandi.  I think that the killer targets women who are young, attractive, and alone." He sighs, this made me understand that it could be a good lead, possibly the one that will make us catch the unsub. I was going into the evidence room when Reid stopped me. 

Reid: "Are you sure you want to go in there? There are pictures of the beaten women, are they not going to bother you? do you want me to come with you? 

Y/n: "Reid what are you on about, I already saw those pictures, why would they bothe-" I cut myself off, realization hitting me. My eyes widen, and a deep feeling of shame cursing through me. 

Y/n: "You were awake on the plane weren't you? Listen I don't want your pity, I'm a grown woman, I can handle myself. Thank you for offering, but I'm good, I'll see you in 5 minutes."

I walk out of the room, feeling Spencer still staring at my back as I walk into the evidence room. All the photos of those victims make my head spin, taking me back to the night I ran away, to the night I was stripped of my childhood. I dial Hotch's number and fill him in on my theory. As I started to walk out I felt something holding me back from exiting the door of that haunted room. I felt paralyzed, my feet started moving on their own, I found myself in front of the pictures of the beaten women, my legs collapsed, and I was lying on the floor shaking, the memories of that night fresh in my mind. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I could only stay there, lying on the cold floor, shaking like a little girl, before I knew it two strong hands held my waist, putting me in a sitting position, I felt safe, but why? whenever these panic attacks hit me the last thing i wanted was for a man to touch me, but this one... it felt right, his hands calmed me, his words reassured me, his cologne... WAIT, I knew this cologne. I turn my head around only to see my enemy, Spencer Reid helping me. 
I tried to escape him, even if I knew I wanted to stay in those arms forever. What was going on? Spencer Reid was helping me, not being scared of men touching me for the first time, and defining his arms as 'home', what was happening to me.

Y/n: "S-spencer I'm fine"

Reid: "No Y/n you're not fine, just... let me help you, please" 

Even if every bone in my body was telling me to let him help, my mind reminded me that in that moment I was vulnerable, that I swore to never let anyone see my vulnerable, weak side again. I panicked, not because I was listening to my head, but because I was sure that Spencer wouldn't take advantage of me, that I was safe with him, and that I wanted to show him my weak side, I wanted him to help me, to cure me, to fix my mind, I wanted him to see me in my whole. These thoughts first came as a warm feeling, but after realizing that I meant them, they were paralyzing. I tried to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't let me.

Reid: "Y/N stop! god dammit just let me help you for once! I know you are strong and I know you can handle yourself, I know you don't need a man to help you, but please, please let me help you,  just this once."

I looked at him, seeing worry in his eyes. I sighed as I relaxed in his arms, melting at his touch. I let him stroke my hair with his fingers, listening to him humming a song I liked.

Y/n: "How did you know that was one of my favorite songs?"

Reid: "Uhm, I-I heard you listening to this song on repeat since college, so I figured you must like this song"

Y/n: "You remembered?"

I turned to look at him in his eyes, the hatred that usually sat there was gone, I couldn't figure out what was in his beautiful hazel eyes, our faces were inches apart, our lips nearly touching, his hands on my waist, I was completely lost in the FBI genius gaze. A loud voice tore us apart, and we jumped to our feet, clearing our throats we exited the room.

Hotch: "Y/n theory might be right, let's look into it"

The whole team worked on my theory, and even if I knew that I was a good profiler having reassurance from time time to time it felt good. The team following a lead that I discovered was a big compliment especially when Garcia gave us an address and a name.

Hotch: "Come on guys, put on the vests, we are going to this address"

We all put on the vests and hopped on the SUVs, driving to the unsub house, this was my first time on the field with my new team, and I didn't plan on screwing this up. 
As we approached a Cabin, in the middle of nowhere, we surrounded the house, as I was following Hotch I heard a noise from inside the cabin. Me, Hotch, and Prentiss entered the house, knocking down the door, and there he was, the unsub, the son of a bitch standing over a new victim, her once beautiful face now all beaten up, his pants unbuckled, his hands bloody. The sight of that man, that monster triggered every single trauma that resided in me. Before I knew it my feet were moving on their own.

Y/n: "Please, put the knife down, I know it's hard, I can't imagine what you've been through, but please stop. What if this woman was your daughter? What if a man reduced your wife like this?"

The unsub flinched when I touched his hand, of course he was afraid of women touching him. He was going to hand me the knife, but then a loud bang was heard outside, the next few moments happened too fast. I felt a stinging pain at my side, he stabbed me. In a swift motion, I knocked the knife out of his hand, all the anger that I suppressed during the years coming out like an explosion. Before I knew it I was on top of him, punching him in the face, tears streaming down my face, my expression had never been colder, then the feeling of those familiar hands on my shoulders,  lifting me, stroking my hair, calmed me. The adrenaline I felt before was now gone, the pain at my side growing. 

Reid: "Are you ok?" His eyes grew wider as he saw the blood on my shirt, his voice calling for a medic, his hands pressing at my side, trying to stop the blood. My head was spinning and my vision became blurry, the last thing I saw before passing out was Spencer Reid crying over me. Did it really take a psychopath stabbing me to make him show a different emotion other than hatred towards me?