Spencer Reid imagines.

Roses🌹

(Y/N) let out a laugh at the stories a very drunk García was telling. She opened her apartment door to find hundreds of roses, all red. Her face was pale and her hands were shaking.
She knew they were from him; he had found her.

Fuck.

"We need to go," she said, ushering the girls to the door. "Now."

"what why? this is so romantic" Emily said, looking around the room.

They had no idea, this wasn't a romantic gesture, it was a threat. The red roses represented a silent promise made long ago.

Red meant death.

She had to get them out of there before something bad could happen. They all got in JJ's car and (Y/N) made sure everyone got home safe before hurrying to the office.

She needed to figure out what to do, starting by finding a new place to live. Sha wasn't safe in her apartment anymore. Hell, she wasn't even safe in this city. She needed to get out of there.

But then there was Spencer. As different as they were, they seemed to click instantly. He was always sweet and caring for her, complimenting her and taking her on dates. Always listen to her ramble about her problems or just random stuff.

How was she going to tell him? Oh god. she thought. What if he did something to Spencer?. She couldn't let that happen, the best thing she could do is just leave without anyone knowing.

She went home and after checking no one (or nothing) was there, she began packing. She had done this before, for the same reason, and it infuriated her.
She would start a new life somewhere good and meet nice people, get a nice job and a nice house. And the he would appear, ruining everything.

As she finished packing, someone knocked on the door. She quickly grabbed her gun, looking through the peephole. Her hands were slightly shaking and her heart was speeding up.

Spencer was standing outside of his girlfriend's house. His girlfriend. He smiled at the sound of that. He had been head over heels for her since they met, it was insane. It usually was hard for him to get comfortable around new people but it was different with her. She was always so warm and kind to him that he couldn't help to fall instantly for her.

She wasn't exactly the affectionate type but she was always showing Spencer how much she cared about him.

The door opened and a very disturbed (Y/N) threw herself at him. Her eyes fluttered close as Spencer ran his hand through her hair, her heart easing a little bit.

He carefully took her in his arms and sat them down in the couch, breaking the hug to look at her.

He kissed her forehead. "hey, talk to me"

"i need to go" she closed her eyes,letting the tears finally fall. "he's here, i can't stay"

"what do you mean? who is here?" he furrowed his eyebrows. His heart skipping a bit as soon as he saw the suitcases piled in the living room.

Sob after sob was shaking (Y/N)'s body, and Spencer swears he could physically feel his own heart shattering at the sight.

He wrapped her again in his arms. "shh, you don't have to say anything, alright? whatever it is, we're going to get through it"

She looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face. "No," she shook her head. "you can't be with me, it's too dangerous"

Spencer cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Stop. We're together in this, well be okay," he kissed her softly. "We've made it this far, i'm not giving up on us"

Us. (Y/N) blinked up at him for a second with a slight tint of hope in her eyes. She let his love wrap her up in his arms again and buried her face in the crook of his neck letting his scent calm her down.

They could do this, they will do this. She knew that as long as she had him, she could put up with anything thrown at them.

hey, puds! i hope you like this one, although i feel it's a little meh-ish (if that is even a word)
but yeah, thanks for commenting and voting and just being overall amazing💞

love you,
nat🌱