Imagines Part 2

#22 Spencer Reid

You can feel the rope digging into you flesh and the bandana in you mouth tastes like dirt and vomit and it takes everything for you to not do the same.

You jump when you hear the door to the house beinging opened. You had little hope that it was someone to come save you. You had tried to other day to get ahold of your team but there wasn't any service and you kidnapper caught you before you could try again.

His name was Jeremy Scott and he was in his late thrities early fourthies just like Hotch had profiled. He also was a delusional psychopath.

You flinched, closing your eyes but also sitting up straighter the moment the door to the room you were in started to open. He may have tied you up and done things to you that you would never speak of again but you still tried to hold your head up high. Even if you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

But it was becoming more difficult with each passing day your hopes fading faster. Sitting alone in a room tied to a chair all day makes you begin to wonder. 

'What if they've forgotten about me? "It's probably been a week now. "What if they found a new case to work on and decided to leave you?"

"What if they just didn't care?" This thought scared you the most.

You opened you eyes when you felt a soft touch on your shoulder. You blinked rapidly to make sure you weren't having another hallucination.

It was Spencer, or was it?

He ripped the bandana out of your mouth and cut the rope, pulling you into a hug, or maybe he didn't. You had had this dream so many times it was hard to tell if it was real or not. But this time seemed slightly different.

"Don't ever do that again." He said, refusing to let go of you. You were in a haze, your brain still trying to determine what was real and what wasn't. This felt real. His warm embrace, his small frame, his breathing on your neck.

You pulled out of the hug to get a better look at him, to confirm to yourself once more that it really was him and thats when everything faded away to darkness.

You woken once more to the sound of medical devices and two people arguing in the background, a man and a woman. You tried listening to their conversation.

"How can you say that 11 is better than 10?!" The man says. "David Tennant is far better that Matt Smith!"

"No way." The woman argues back. "11 is adorably smart and his TARDIS is better."

It came to you like a wave crashing against the rocky shore. The kiddnapping, Spencer rescuing you, the ambulance ride. And Spencer and Penelope fighting over Doctor Who.

You smiled. You finally felt at home, like this is were you were supposed to be. Not exactly in a hospital bed but with them, your family.

"I love you guys." You say sitting up.

They both drop the conversation and rush over to you helping you sit up.

"Are you okay?! You look much better" Penelope asks.

"I feel much better, thank you Penelope."

Before you say anything else to her she was rushing out of room, most likely to go call the others. You turned your gaze up to Spencer, who was now standing over you.

"Now be honest, how do you feel."

"Well, I could have been beat up worse, but honestly it's not that's bad." You smile at him to sell how genuine your answer was, but he didn't return to gesture. He stayed staring into your eyes, your soul.

"Spencer, you're scaring me."

Before your brain could comprehend what was happening, Spencer had leaned forward and was kissing you softly. His lips were gentle as if he was trying not to hurt you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards you, causing him to fall onto the bed. When you finally broke apart.

You smiled and this time he copied. God his smile is adorable. You're about to pull him back in when you hear someone clear there throat across the room. Spencer quickly gets back to his feet and you feel a wave of cold where he used to be.

You sit up to see your entire team standing in the doorway. They were all smiling. Well, all except for Hotch. That wasn't really a surprise.

"Hey guys." Spence said, trying to break to awkward silence.

"I'm so happy for you two!" Penelope exclaimed. "I knew it would happen, I just didn't know when."

"I wish you two the best of luck, you're gonna need it." Grassi chuckled.

"Congrats guys." JJ added.

"You were right baby girl, it did finally happen."

Emily walked over to you and gave you a hug. You blushed, this is so embarrassing.

"I won't tell Strauss, but it's not my fault if you get caught. And I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks Hotch."

The room exploded with conversation. You couldn't help but be slightly grateful for being captured, it made you realize how important these people are to you than you ever realized before. Plus, Reid finally kissed you. Finally.

I feel really bad, I'm awful at fulfilling requests. I'm seriously so happy that you guys love my imagines and I'll never close requests. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry if I haven't gotten to yours yet. I'm really trying.

Then stuff like this happens where it just pops in my head even though no one told me to write it.

I basically wanna know if you want me to stop doing ones no ones requested or should I just post as I finish them? (Which is what I do now) Please let me know!

Goodbye my lovelies!!!

~JohnWatson12