Criminal Minds One Shots

*Baby (GarciaxDaughter!Reader)

WARNING: mentions of abuse (verbal and physical) | y/m/n = your middle name | Requested by peetalo

You ended things with your boyfriend a few weeks ago. Why you stayed with him for three years you couldn't say. You always knew, logically, that he was never sorry. No matter how much he promised, it was never the last hit, kick, punch, slander, fight, or time he left you alone. Even still, you stayed. Until that day.

"Shit," you stage whispered. You stared down and that little piece of plastic displaying too many pink lines at you. "Fuck!" you shouted. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You threw the pregnancy test hard into the corner and slumped down in a ball and cried.

The front door slammed.

Your head shot up and you began to push aside your panic.

"Babe?" your boyfriend called.

"In here," you responded.

"Why are you on the bathroom floor?"

"Just having a little freak-out," you casually responded.

"Oh, cool," he shrugged. He walked into the bedroom and took off his coat.

"Can we talk?" you asked, sitting on the bed.

Not looking up, he answered "Sure. Shoot."

"We're pregnant."

Your boyfriend froze. "What?"

"We- we're pregnant. I just took the test and-"

"No. No no no no n-"

"What do you mean 'no?'" you almost screamed.

"No! We're not pregnant YOU ARE!"

Tears began to well your eyes. "We're a couple- we're in this togeth-"

"Not anymore." His tone was full of controlled rage. "Get out."

"What?"

"That thing isn't my problem. Get out!"

Not bothering to grab anything other than your phone you rushed out of the house and ran down the block.

Once the house was out of sight you collapsed and tried to figure out what you were going to do.

After nearly an hour of debating with yourself, you decided to call your mom.

"Hey, chickabiddy!" she greeted. "What's up?"

"H- Hi, Momma."

Her eyes got wide. "What's wrong?" she corrected. She knew by your tone that you weren't calling just to say hello.

"Can I stay... stay with you for a bit?"

"Of course! Where are you? I'm coming to get you right now."

"N- no! No, no. I- I'll come by after work. You don't n-"

"Y/n y/m/n you tell your mother where you are right now."

You sighed. "The corner of Maple and Vineyard."

"Okay hang tight baby I'm coming."

The car ride back to your mom's place was a tense one. She kept bombarding you with questions, all of which you deflected.

Once she pulled into the drive way she parked the car and faced you. "You don't have to talk now, but eventually you're going to need to tell me, okay?"

You nodded.

"But take your time."

You got settled into your room. It hadn't changed much since you'd last been nearly four years ago. On the walls were still all the posters of the bands you were into in college.

You laid on your bed wondering how you were going to tell your mother what had happened.

As you thought, your stomach churned. You dismissed it as nerves but it kept getting worse and worse. Moments later you found yourself throwing up into your trash can.

Pounding footsteps were coming from the hall.

Your door swung open, revealing your mom panting and scared.

"Oh, sweetheart." She came over to you and pulled your hair back and wiped your forehead.

"Thanks," you meagerly whispered.

"What's wrong baby?"

You started to tell her 'nothing' when another wave hit you. It was then that she connected the dots.

"You're not the only baby here, are you?" she asked.

Once your guts were sufficiently emptied, you shook your head, letting the tears fall.

You mother pulled you in and rocked you gently. "Shh shh shh. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay."

"He doesn't want it," you cried. "He said the baby wasn't his problem."

"Shh shh shh. We don't have to talk about this now." Your mom rubbed your back, accidentally pressing on one of your bruises.

"Ow!"

"Oh, sor- wait." You mom gently lifted the back of your shirt up, revealing a series of bruises, cuts, and scars.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. But, did he do this to you?"

You nodded and cried harder.

Your mother's eyes got wide. "Did- did he..."

You shook your head adamantly. "I wanted to do it. He never forced me. But he hit me a few times when I said no."

"Why did you stay?" By now the two of you were crying messes.

"I don't know. I don't know," you repeated, shaking your head.

You mother held you tighter and stroked your head. "It's gonna be okay. It's over now. You never have to go back to him."

You took comfort in her words. Especially since you knew that your father would be hearing all about this in a few hours, and if there is anything to fear in this world, it's an angry Derek Morgan.