Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Lifeline

Title: Lifeline

Word Count: 890

Summary: The reader is a past victim whom the BAU helped. She and Spencer kept in touch after she recovered and she now has a crush on him.

Rating: K+

Requested by: @Sora_Osamu

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You sit bolt upright in bed, scream on your lips, terror on your face. Your heart beats fast. Each breath you take is labored as you wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, a mix of sweat and tears. Another nightmare. You'd been having them for months now.

You reach over to your nightstand, grab your phone, and without thinking, call Spencer Reid. He's the only person in your contacts, anyway.

He answers on the fourth ring, "Y/N?"

"Sp-pencer?" You ask, trying to control your shaking.

"What time is it? 1:40?" He asks, evidently checking the clock. "You had a nightmare." Not a question, a statement.

"It's- it's that late? Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry, Spencer, I-" You begin to ramble, the adrenaline in your veins making you jittery.

"Y/N." He says gently, stopping you. "You know that I'm always available for you. And besides, I wasn't asleep anyway."

"Th-thank you." You say, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, his concern for you evident.

"Can you... come over?" You're hesitant to ask- it is 1:40 in the morning- but you really need his comforting presence right now.

"Give me twenty minutes." He says with assurance.

"Thank you." You say again. After he hangs up, you let out a long breath. You don't know what you'd do without Spencer. After all, he was the one to save you when you were kidnapped by a psychotic killer on a rampage. He visited you while you were in the hospital, talked with you, and kept in touch after you were released. Because you had no family- your only surviving family member was in Europe- he even stayed at your house to take care of you for a few weeks. You loved him. You were well past the point of crushing. He was your lifeline.

Presently, you're lying in bed, trying to clear your mind of the images that plague you. You've tried therapy- from home, due the agoraphobia you'd developed after your abduction- to no avail. The only thing that helped you was talking to Spencer.

You hold your pillow, burying your face in it as you wait. A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. You get up to let Spencer in, taking deep breaths. As soon as the door opens, he's inside, folding you into a warm hug. You reciprocate, feeling your worries wash away in the warmth of his embrace. You sigh, pulling back and looking at him closely.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks, his eyes filled with concern for you.

"Better now that you're here." You say, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, sitting down on your couch with his arm around your shoulders, taking you with him. You sigh, finally calming. Spencer is here. It's okay.

"The same dream as always. That- that monster escapes jail and gets me. He kills me, usually in a painful way." You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant.

"You know, it's okay to be afraid." Spencer says, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. "It's perfectly normal. What isn't normal, though, is shutting everyone- sans the FBI agent who saved you- out."

"Spencer, I- I can't."

"You can. You're the strongest person I've ever met." He says, then sees you shake your head, "You are."

"Please, can we just talk about something else?" You ask, biting your lip and pulling your head off his shoulder.

"All I know is that I see the woman I care about hurting, and I want to make it stop. Shutting yourself away like this- your letting him win, Y/N, from all the way across the country where he's rotting in prison. You've made a prison of your own home. You don't deserve this." Spencer looks desperate.

     "All I can do is worry, Spencer. 'What if he gets out? What if he escapes?' That's all I think about." You say, a single tear slipping down your cheek. Spencer sees this, and his gaze softens as he brushes the drop away with his finger. He cups your face in his hands.

     "You've got your whole life ahead of you, Y/N. You've got to beat this. I can be with you, every step of the way, but you have to try." He pleads.

     "You mean it? You'll help me through it?" You ask, hardly daring to believe it.

     "Of course." He says, pride and hope brightening his eyes from the inside out.

     "I love you." You blurt out. Then you look away, biting your lip. The silence that ensues is somehow loud. "I'm sorry, I..."

     "No, don't apologize." Spencer says. When you look at him, his face is full of joy. "I love you too."

     The next silence is somehow quieter. You can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You lay your head back on his shoulder, his arm goes back around you, and you let out a content sigh. "Stay," you say, loving his calming warmth.

     "Always." He says, planting a kiss on your forehead.