Criminal Minds One Shots

*Back to Bed (ReidxMale!Reader)

Requested by TheJokerReject

You roll over to see your partner Spencer getting dressed.

"Babe why are you up?" you ask, trying to coax him back into bed.

"I was just about to wake you. Hotch called. We have a case."

"Just one day. Is that too much to ask???" you gripe. You stand up and stretch as Spencer comes over and kisses you.

"Mmmm do we have to go? What if you just got back in bed with your boyfriend, hmm?" you ask.

"I know, handsome, I wanna go back to bed too. But the world needs us."

. . .

"Thank you all for coming in on your day off," Hotch greets.

"Yeah man. I had a lady over!" Morgan complains. "She understood though," he adds. "Said being called away makes me look incredibly—"

"Stop!" you half-shout. "I don't need to hear about your love life."

Morgan starts to say something but is cut off by Garcia's cheery voice.

"Morning super savers. I say 'morning' because it is not a good one. A few hours ago this photo arrived at the Indiana police station." Garcia clicks her remote and up pops a photo of a man who's been tied up and beaten severely. "But the trail of creepy does not stop there because a package was delivered shortly after, containing," Garcia swallows hard, "four... left feet. Forensics is working on determining who the feet belong to."

"Alright. We can't waste any time on this. Wheels up in 20."

Everyone stands up to leave except for you. You are still sitting at the table and staring at the screen.

"You okay?" Rossi asks.

You nod your head but Rossi looks at you harder. You clear your throat before saying what is on your mind.

"Th- that guy looks like Spencer."

"Ahh," is his response. "Well, maybe it's a coincidence," he offers.

"I hope you're right," you say, standing up and leaving the room.

. . .

"I got the forensics report," Prentiss says. "The feet belong to, in order, Allen Saxton, Kevin Clearwater, Donald Rickson, and Steward Thomson."

"Garcia?" JJ asks.

"Yes my lovelies?" she responds from a minimized skype tab.

"Can you find us pictures, missing persons reports maybe, on these people?" JJ reads off the list.

"Sure thing!" Rapid typing followed by a few 'dings' is heard. "Got it!" Garcia cries. "Photos sent to your tablets."

"Thanks mama."

"You know it chocolate thunder!"

You swipe through the photos and leave the room. A few moments later Rossi realizes why and follows you. He finds you sitting in the adjacent hallway with your knees pulled up to your chest.

"Hey kiddo." Rossi sits next to you and pats your shoulder. "It's gonna be alright," he reassures you. "We're all watching him and he's got to have noticed."

"He's a little oblivious to this type of thing," you reply.

Rossi chuckles. "Fair enough. But Hotch must have noticed. He's not gonna send Reid out alone after that."

You consider this and nod before standing up and going back into the field office.

"What was that?" Spencer asks.

"What?"

"Leaving. Is everything okay?"

"Spencer, look at these men." You hold up your tablet and show him the pictures.

"Okay," he says.

"Now what do they all have in common?"

"They all look very similar. Tall, light brown messy hair, skinny..."

"Okay. So..." you gesture with your arms in a motion that said 'put two and two together'.

"Y/n I don't know what—"

"They look like you, Spencer!"

Spencer stands there blinking. He responds after a few seconds. "In my defense, I don't really know what I look like..."

"Reid," Hotch says. "We think this Unsub is using these men as surrogates for you. It would be best if you sit this one out. Go to the hotel. One of us will be with you at all times."

"I'll take the first shift," you offer.

Hotch nods and goes to address the rest of the team.

"Well, we'd better go," you say to Spencer, who nods and grabs his things.

The two of you are jumped on your way to the hotel.

. . .

It has been four days since Spencer was taken. You are pacing in front of the whiteboards, frantically trying to find someone with a connection to Tobias Hankel.

"Y/n slow down. What if this isn't about Tobi—"

"No!" you scream at Morgan. "It has to be him. No one else would only be targeting Spencer!" You throw a marker at him, just barely missing his head.

"That's enough!" Rossi shouts. "Y/n, come here."

You walk over to Rossi, tears welling in your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you mutter to Morgan, who forgives you with a glance.

"Take a break kid. You're no good to us or Spencer if you can't think straight. (ehehehe... thinking straight) You gotta breathe."

You take a few breaths when Prentiss walks, or jogs rather, over.

"Garcia found something!"

You all rush in front of the laptop screen.

"Hello my beauties. Now, after his death Tobias received some mail and when I say some I mean, like, a lot. Most of them were bills and a few notices for late parking tickets BUT! I did find that quite a few letters were sent by a P. Lawson. Turns out, the letters were condolence letters. The more recent the letter, the more antagonistic it is of our beloved boy wonder."

"Garcia—" Your voice cracks.

"Address and photo are on your cells. Now go bring our walking encyclopedia home!"

. . .

"P- Peter, you don't have to do this," you coax.

"Yes, I do!" Peter pulls back the hammer on his gun and pointed it at Spencer.

"NO!" You hear two gun shots. One for Peter, one for— "SPENCER!" You rush over to him.

"Spencer I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I- I wasn't fast enough." You try to hold back your tears as you look at him.

"You were right..." He coughs up some blood. "W- we should have gone back to bed." His eyes close and you feel his body relax.