Is this wrong?

You.

 As I sit at my desk I take a deep breath, finally relaxing and focusing on my work.  At least I thought.

I saw Spencer Reid walking towards me. I was sure that he would scold me and tell me that what I did was wrong, but then I saw him smiling. All of my worries disappeared, my stomach filled with butterflies, and my body completely relaxed when I heard his voice. I still hated him. I was sure that I hated him. I hated him, right? 

Reid: "So? Do I finally get rid of you?" I chuckle a little at the tease.

Y/n: "No, I'm sorry Reid but you are stuck with me for a little longer." I said sarcastically, and then I heard his laugh. It was one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard in my entire life. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Reid: "Oh that's a shame. But really, not that I care of course, but are you ok? Did you hurt your hand or your forehead when you hit that prick?" 

Y/n: "No, no I'm fine, him on the other hand..." I laugh. 

I found myself unintentionally checking out Spencer, I tore my gaze away from his body and focused on his face. His fucking beautiful, perfect, sharp, and defined face- wait what? Why the hell did I think that? He still hurt me. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, and butterflies fill my stomach once again.

Spencer: "Oh, I'm sure he will not be able to walk straight for a long time. You really know how to kick in the balls." I smile as the words leave his mouth. 

Y/n: "Yeah I do, you better keep this in mind for the next time" I mentally slap myself as I realize what I just said, 'the next time'? Really Y/n? I look into his eyes, a small blush creeping on my face as I see him smiling smugly.

Spencer: "The next time?" He said as he got closer to me. 

Y/n: "Oh shut up, you know I wasn't talking about what we did." My blush getting deeper, I tear my gaze away from him, looking down at the files I should be working on. His hand reached for my chin, forcing me to look back into his eyes. 

Spencer: "Sure you aren't sweetheart. Do you need help with those files?" He said letting go of my chin. 

Y/n: "Actually yes, I do. I wanted to tell someone about a theory I was working on." As soon as I asked for his help he bent down, placing a hand on my desk, towering over me. I could feel his hot, minty breath on my neck, sending shivers down my back.

Spencer: "Go on princess, I'm listening." His voice was rough, and deep, reminding me of that night we shared a while ago. My core was pulsing, wanting to feel him inside of me again. God Y/n! Get a grip on yourself, you are working for fuck sake! 

Y/n: "Uhmm, okay so- the unsub, I know it sounds crazy, but what if it's a group of girls?"

This case was a series of disappearances that sent shockwaves through the community. Young girls are vanishing without a trace, leaving behind only a chilling message scrawled in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror: "We're coming for you next."

Spencer: "Mmmm, why do you think that?" He says as he leans more on the desk, his back brushing on my shoulder, my breath quickened, a rush of adrenaline ripping through my body. 

Y/n: "Because think about it. The unsubs are highly intelligent and meticulous, leaving few clues behind. They seem to be targeting girls who fit a specific profile: popular, athletic, and with a strong social media presence. They are disorganized, but they still 'take care of the victims', there are no traces of rape, and the bodies have scratch marks on them." I explained calmly to Spencer. 

Spencer: "Yeah it's a possibility. Good work princess" The nickname sent shivers down my back, I smiled at him and continued to examine the files. 

After a few hours, I find a possible address, a sorority. I head to the Hotch office. I knock on the door waiting for an answer. 

Hotch: "Come in" I instantly enter the office. 

Y/n: "Hey Hotch, I think I found something." I explained to him what I found and handed him the address me and Garcia found. 

Hotch: "Okay, go tell the others where we are going. Good work y/l/n." I smile and exit the office. when I walked through the bullpen I told everyone where we were headed and soon I found myself in one of the SUVs, heading towards the unsubs house. 

When we were there we surrounded the house, Spencer was behind me, and at the signal from Hotch, we broke down the door and made our way into the house. As soon as we entered the house we saw a group of five girls who were surrounding the body of a new girl, she was injured but alive. 

Y/n: "Step away from the body." They all turned around to see me at the same time. Okay, this was fucking creepy now. I feel Spencer get closer to me, his hand snaking at my side out of protectiveness.

Girl 1: "You can't save her, she's a sinner." A girl speaks up, her eyes wide, her pupils were little and white was overpowering her eyes. 

Y/n: "She isn't, she's just a kid, and so are you. It's not too late for you to do the right thing." 

Girl 1: "No, we have to do this, it's our fate." I got closer, slowly.

Y/n: "No you don't. It's not your fate, you can stop it, you can do the right thing." 

Everything happened fast, too fast. A scream, a gunshot and the a sharp pain in  my abdomen, she stabbed me. The last thing I hear before passing out was Spencer, his beautiful voice calling out my name, his footsteps quickly getting closer to me, then everything went black.