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Spencer X Criminal!Reader

Your dull eyes stared unwavering towards the mirror at the far end of the room. They were on the other side, that was obvious, and they weren't going to scare you that easily. So, who would they send out? Some alpha male to put you in your place? Maybe a female to "connect" with you. You began tapping your foot, boy they sure liked to take forever. "C'mon now I'm getting bored!" You leaned your chair back and put your hands behind your head. You were met with silence, how... predictable. It was another 15 minutes until someone finally entered the room, and you made it evident you were impatient. "Finally! I was starting to think you had forgotten about me." you feigned hurt, and chuckled. As you sat up you got a good look at who they sent in, a young scraggly looking boy, with scruffy brown hair and brown eyes to match "Adorable, they sent out a kid." You grinned wildly, and leaned back again. He sat down, a file in hand. "(Y/F/N)-" you winced "please, Alpha. I don't go by that anymore." He squinted, but continued none the less "Alpha than, you are charged with arson and-" you cut him off again waving your hand "yeah yeah I blew stuff up and killed a bunch of people, i plead guilty this is my confession whatever. Let's get to the good stuff shall we?" you dropped your chair back down in it's rightful place, and leaned into the table, staring him dead in the eye. "How'd ya catch me?" he looked disdainful, and, truth be told, a little flustered. You chuckled and sat back in your seat "W-well I'm part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, we analyze your behavior and create something we call a profile that tells us about who you likely are." You closed your eyes and grinned wildly, "Than tell me about myself profiler boy!" He looked uncomfortable, and you were thriving in that emotion. "W-well, our profile told us you have clinical depression. A pretty severe case too. You found excitement in life risking behavior, starting with drugs, than alcohol than cigarettes, and that's just the highschool years. You only felt alive when you were risking your life, so you continued to up the anti, sky diving, jumping on moving trains, bungee jumping, everything. Pretty soon it wasn't enough anymore, and you desperately were seeking something. It came to you when you saw some loose wiring at a bank." He opened his file, pushing forward a report on a seemingly accidental explosion at a bank. You grinned "It was an accident technically. I saw the wiring, I knew what would happen, I just decided not to do anything." He stayed stoic "You walked out of that bank, but stayed in the area. You walked past children in that bank, mothers, grandparents, lovers, but none of that matter to you. You just wanted a rush." You were still smiling. "That's about right pretty boy, but see here's what you seemed to forget." He winced at the name, but now looked a little nervous at your confidence. "I'm a genius. A paranoid depressed adrenaline junky genius. I put my life on the line for kicks. I've killed and destroyed and watched it all first hand for almost a year now, and only now have you caught me. I've taken lives, I've decimated things people spent years building. I'm practically a God. And I can, what do you call it? Profile! Yes I can profile too, and I've been "profiling" you." He squinted, you grinned impossibly wider, "They sent you in here because I am clearly a dominant personality, I mean, i call myself alpha, and your are clearly submissive. Your nervous too, I mean part of it is an act sure, but you can't fake some of this stuff." You slammed your chair down and slammed your hand on the table, biting towards him anamilisticlly. He yelped and jumped backwards and you burst into laughter "see what I mean!" You began walking around languidly, "And look at the bags under your eyes, you haven't slept in ages, not to mention those clothes are too big for you, how skinny are you?" He was looking more and more high strung by the second. "There's no way you passed the physical requirements to be in the bau, so I'm guessing you're a genius. With all this mixed together I'm gonna bet your dad didn't like having a sissy son eh?" He wouldn't make eye contact now, you scoffed "Daddy issues much?" someone slammed something on the other side of the door. "Op! looks like your not the only one! Or maybe you've got a boyfriend on the other side?" You walked towards him, and grabbed his tie to pull him close "You got a boyfriend? Or are you still up for grabs?" You winked at him but moved away soon enough. "Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is I've never spoken to someone on my level, so try to keep me entertained." You sat back in your chair unceremoniously. He took a minute to collect himself. "You aren't one to talk about Daddy issues." "I'll tell you when my left if you tell me when yours did" He didn't seem to like this trade, he probably wasn't supposed to talk about himself, but you had a feeling he might do it. You decided to take a risk. "11" he said nothing for a minute, "10" you grinned your signature wild grin. "Did the people matter to you?" you said nothing, prompting him to elaborate. "The people you killed in the explosions, did it matter who they were? or just that they died?" You chuckled "Who they were didn't matter, but how many did. The more the merrier y'know?" He said nothing "What about these people, they have anything to do with you?" He laid out pictures of dead people in ally ways and streets. "I didn't kill 'em if thats what you mean, but it was my ruling that got them killed." He furrowed his brow, and you sighed. "Not all that smart then huh?" He didn't even seem to notice you. "You used dangerous chemicals when making your bombs, we presumed you just didn't know what you were doing but you truly wanted to risk life and limb at every turn. What doesn't add up is how you detonated it and got out. You could have had a phone and pushed the button there but someone had to be on the other side to receive and confirm the detonation. It makes sense if you had a partner but that partner'd be dead after the first run, and who would be willing to risk their life for you?" You were grinning again, "Maybe I was quick to judge. You're pricing this together rather well." Another man burst into the room, he was a burly attractive young African american man with a buzz cut, he looked real "leader" type. "You can shut up and sit down, Reid we need to re-evaluate the profile." He looked frazzled, he clearly cared about this kid in front of you. "So you're his boyfriend?" The burly man glared at you. "Well, Reid was it? It was nice to meet you but it seems your needed elsewhere." He took his file and left without a word, but stole a glance at you as he left, you could swear he was blushing.

Reid sighed, it'd been an hour since the meeting ended, and he was barely calming down. He felt so, wrong. She was a criminal! A killer! And as he had recently decided, A gang or cult leader. Long story short she was out of the question, still though, when she pulled him closer with his tie... Reid let out a shaky sigh. She was beautiful, she was brilliant, she was charming and manipulative and charismatic! He looked through the mirrored glass, she had been looking oddly contemplative for a while now, but something just wasn't adding up to Reid. He was wracking his brain, something was off! He could tell the whole time, he was missing something. He replayed the events in his head for the thousandth time that day, c'mon what was he missing! He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped, "Hey, calm down, it's just me pretty boy." He blushed at the name... she used that name... "U-uh, right." Morgan sighed, "This case is impossible man, I mean doesn't it feel like we're missing something?" Reid nodded, and Morgan spoke again "you'd think that after you 'cuff 'em things get easy but I guess not." Reid went wide eyed "That's it.." Morgan looked confused, "What?" Reid turned to the window, and sure enough Alpha was twirling her hand cuffs in one finger, and she'd been doing it their whole meeting. He hadn't noticed she'd managed to uncuff herself. How hadn't he noticed!? She played him, but, than why hadn't she tried escaping yet? There was a good 30 minutes where no one was on the other side of this door, and she hadn't even attempted escape yet! Reid shook his head "Why hasn't she... she wants to risk her life... explosives..." morgan looked lost "Reid talk to me." Reid's eyes widened. "Morgan get down!" The smell hit him like a brick wall, gun powder. Reid and Morgan ducked, and like clockwork there was a loud thundering noise from the room, the glass between the two rooms shattered. As the aftershock died down, and people began running into the observation room, Reid stood. The wall between the outside and interrogation room was blown through, and Alpha was no where in sight. A singed paper laid on the table. Reid felt the world around him go numb as he made his way to the paper. He couldn't hear anything around him as he read it "It was fun meeting you Pretty boy, but it seems I'm need elsewhere. I hope we get to meet again <3 Don't keep me waiting though, I get violent when I'm bored ;)" Reid felt blood rush to his cheeks, this was bad. He had it bad.