Your POV
You were at home going about your business: cleaning up, doing some laundry, and your everyday chores on your day off, when the phone rang. No one ever called your home phone, other than your mom, of course. However, your mom was on vacation this week, so it couldn't be her. The number on the caller ID was an unknown number, but you were curious.
"Hello?" you mumbled into the mic when you answered the call.
"Hello, my name is Derek Morgan. I'm with the FBI, is Y/F/N there?" a deep voice asked calmly.
You were struck with a feeling of surprise. Why would the FBI be calling for you? "This is she. Is everything okay?" You set down the shirt you had been folding and focused all your attention on Agent Morgan's words.
"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N, we are sending an agent to your home right now to stay with you. He will fill you in on what's going on. There will also be several police cars surrounding your home until we know you're safe. Don't panic just stay where you are. Don't hang up the phone until an agent arrives at your home," he ordered. You still didn't completely understand what was going on, but you agreed anyway.
Shortly after that, there was a knock on the door. You looked through the peephole, and you saw a slim, brunette, handsome man, around your age, holding a badge up. You reluctantly unlocked the door and opened it.
"Hello. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, with the FBI. I'm here to stay with you. I'm sure Morgan mentioned me?" he said. You nodded and invited him in. Wow. He was definitely a lot more attractive than you expected him to be. Spencer Reid. He had the kindest eyes and a sharp jawline. He was taller and his hair looked really, really soft. You couldn't help but blush when you thought about how handsome he was.
"Why exactly am I in danger? What's going on here?" you asked.
"Well, we've been tracking this serial killer for a while now and we, my team and I, think that we finally cracked the code. It seems to be that you would be his next victim. We can't be completely sure, but I am here for that reason," he said matter-of-factly.
"A serial killer?! S-someone is going to k-kill me?!" you were terrified now. Someone had been planning to kill you! You began to have a panic attack. You were so scared that you couldn't contain it. You were shaking and crying like crazy.
"Shhhhh. It's alright. I'm here to protect you. There's a threat, yes, but if he comes, I will stop him. The police are here too. You're safe I promise," Spencer said assuringly.
You collapsed into his arms in a fit of violent sobs. He was tense, his body took longer to relax than most. However, within a moment, he brought you into his warm embrace.
"Deep breaths. It's okay you're okay. Shhhh," his voice was so soothing. You calmed down quickly.
Spencer stayed at your house for the next week as the rest of the agents looked for the 'unsub', as Reid called him. Spencer had insisted on sleeping outside of your bedroom door for the first couple of days, but he had finally agreed to sleep on the couch instead.
It was nearly midnight, and you were almost asleep, when you heard shuffling down the hall.
"Spence? Is that you?" you called out. There was no response. You quietly got up and opened your bedroom door, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. What you saw frightened you. It was a silhouette. Not one you'd seen before, but the silhouette of a tall, broad man. His footsteps were quiet, yet aggressive. Immediately, you sprinted as quickly and quietly as possible to the couch where Reid lay sleeping silently. You shook him awake hurriedly, your breaths short and fast.
"Spencer wake up he's here. He got in. Please wake up he's coming!" you pleaded in a whisper. He shot up, waking at the sound of your panicked voice.
"What?! Okay stay behind me," Spencer ordered you as he retrieved his gun from the holster. He called Agent Hotchner and told him the situation.
"Spence he's in my room," you whispered. Spencer nodded and started toward your bedroom. Once you two reached the room, Spencer flipped the light on to reveal the unsub in the middle of your room, sitting on your bed. You froze. Standing there, you reached for Spencer's free hand. You held on to it tightly.
"Put down the gun and place your hands on your head," he ordered the unsub. The unsub did the opposite, he raised the gun and fired. As he did so, Spence fired a shot back and threw you out of the path of the bullet. The unsub's shot somehow missed you both, but Spencer's shot was right on target.
"You saved my life," you mumbled breathlessly.
"Of course. I'd do anything for you," he replied. You hugged as you stood up. You were so grateful for this man. Who would've thought that something so awful could bring something so great.
