A Criminal Minds x Reader (EDITING-IN-PROCESS)

Chapter Twenty

"Rossi," you take a pause because you had a hiccup, " that was the best meal I have ever had. What's the recipe? This is fantastic," you say as you take a final bite of what was left on your place.

"I would take that as a compliment, YN, but considering how many bottles of wine you have consumed within the past ninety minutes, I'm guessing your judgement is pretty off," Rossi laughed as he took your plate so he could wash it in the sink.

"Rossi! I'm not drunk!" You couldn't help but giggle when you said that.

"YN, if you drink this cup of water, we can begin the movie," Spencer persuaded you as he handed you a cup. You looked into the cup and instantly frowned.

"This isn't what I want, Spence," you laugh again.

"Drink up, YN," Hotch said as you smiled and mumbled okay.

"Is she ok? Maybe we should have set a limit on how much she should have drank," Morgan suggested but you were too busy focusing on drinking the water.

"She'll be out as soon as the movie begins. She might be able to hold her alcohol but-," JJ stopped as she noticed that you instantly sprinted into the bathroom.

"Spoke too soon," JJ couldn't help but laugh. The last half hour you have been dancing on tables, placing bets that were way out of proportion, and were talking about your crazy dreams.

"I'll go see if she's ok," Spencer volunteered instantly. Hotch looked at him as he left the room but turned to give Jack some attention.

You certainly weren't feeling the best, but at least nothing was coming up. You had the toilet lid open, just in case if you did.

"How are you feeling?" You jumped slightly as Spencer walked into the small bathroom.

"What do you think?" You couldn't help but give a weak smile.

"I just wanted to be sure you were ok. Actually, I came to see if you needed help with your hair being pulled back, but clearly you are managing," Spencer laughed as he smiled.

"Thanks, Spencer. I probably shouldn't have drank that fast. I don't know what gets into me but well, I just don't know," you knew you rambled when you drunk, so you had in the back of your mind hopefully that you won't say something that you might regret.

"No, I understand. I don't drink personally but I know a lot of agents who drink to forget," Spencer was hoping to use the phrase you had use earlier to lure you into telling him to whoever was stalking you. He wanted to help you, help you chase down those bad guys. He remembered the day in the park where you full on attacked him. He couldn't help but laugh at that thought.

"What are you laughing about?" You looked over at him. He moved his hair out of his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Remember the day where you attacked me in the park? I was scared out of my wits. I've never had a girl full on attack me like that before," Spencer gave a faint chuckle.

"Who was she?" Spencer was instantly confused as you asked him that question.

"What do you mean, YN?" Spencer questioned as he gently placed a hand on your arm.

"The girl from your past. You think about her a lot. I don't know if the others know that you think about her a lot, but I do," you profiled him. You may be drunk, but that doesn't help the fact you could profile your team members.

"Her name was Maeve. I really don't want to bring it up. You did profile me right however, about the girl," Spencer said, his cheeks blushing.

"Micheal. The name is Michael," you looked at the ceiling because you could have sworn you saw dancing lights. You should have known better that it wasn't actually dancing lights, it was just the alcohol messing with you.

"Wait, what do you mean, YN?" Spencer was thrilled that you let your secret slip, but he couldn't base anything off of the past with just a name. Of course, he had a gut feeling that didn't seem right.

"He works at the grocery store. He's the one who kidnapped me a long time ago.  His people have dealt with my father," you laid down on the floor and continued to look at the "dancing lights". You were full on giggling by now.

"What can you tell me about Michael, YN?" Spencer was hoping that by asking this, you wouldn't get too offended. Considering you were too focused on the dancing lights, you let your mind slip past you.

"His last name is Holt. He-Spencer?" You sat up instantly, as he rushed out of the room. You were confused but you continued to lay back down any and focus on those lights.
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"What is it Spence? Is she ok?" JJ asked as she stood up. Her face was full of worry after she's seen the expression  on Spencer's.

"Yea yea, she's fine. I can't believe it, she told me. She told me who was after her, you guys," Spencer talked exceedingly fast, too fast for him.

"Wait she did?" Garcia stood up, her hands already on her iPad.

"Michael Holt," Spencer finally sputtered out.

The cabin fell into an eerie quiet as the B.A.U. stared at shock with one another.