𝓔𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪

Date Night

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You hardly spoke to Spence as you examined the first three crime scenes, racking your brain over and over trying to understand what you did for Spencer to hate you.

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You looked up startled.

"Huh? I'm, I'm sorry. I wasn't...paying attention." You said sheepishly, biting your lip.

"Y/n are you okay? You only bite your lip when you're anxious." Spencer said.

"Uh, I've just had a bad morning." You said with a tight-lipped smile.

"Do-do you wanna talk about it..?" Spence asked.

"Um, no...it's okay I-ah!" You hissed. You felt a sharp pain on your hand, looking at it you found you cut yourself on a rose bush.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked with a worried expression.

"Y-yeah, I just cut myself on the rosebush...I'll be okay." You said embarrassed.

"But your bleeding-" Spence protested.

"L-let's just look at the last crime scene, okay?" You said as you took of the ribbon holding your hair, making a makeshift bandage. Spencer knew how stubborn you were, so he didn't say anything. You mentally smacked your head, knowing Spencer hated you for it. 

"This place is beautiful, why would the unsub place them here?" You said, looking around. It was a beautiful park, with roses all over the place. There was a big tree with a stone bench, placed perfectly under it. Where the victim was found.

"Maybe they meant something to him, the way he positioned them shows signs of remorse..." Spencer said

"So does the place, he didn't throw them away like garbage, he treated them like something, valuable." You said as tried to imagine the scene in your head.

"Let's say you're the unsub." You said as you walked around a bit.

"So let's say you brought me here at night for something important...almost like a date." You said

"So we have walked over here, and sat down on the bench" Spencer said as you both sit down.

"Yeah, then I must've said something that upset you, you pushed me..." You grab Spencer's hand

"...hard, but not enough to pass out. And I can't fight back..." You placed his hand on your shoulder in a pushing motion, then proceeded to lay on the bench.

"So then I pull out the knife and stab you ten times" Spencer said as he moved his other hand up and down. You've snapped out of your tunnel vision, realizing that your hand was still on Spencer's, with him pinning you down. Your cheeks felt warm. You quickly came up from under him, embarrassed by what just happened. Spencer looked just as embarrassed as you were.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean- I was just caught up in the m-moment-I'm so sorry." You stated, again chewing your lip. 

"I- it's okay, I was carried away, too. Y'know when people are passionate about what they are doing they wouldn't be quite aware of their surroundings. A woman in Utah was so driven to finish a painting she didn't realize that she hasn't eaten for three- I'm rambling aren't, I?" Spencer said rather quickly. You nodded.

"Y/n, I need to talk to you it's important-" Spencer tried again. You sighed. 

"I'm sorry, but we need to get this finished and me patched up, okay?" You said, keeping your space from him.

"Okay..." He whispered, frowning a bit. His sad, puppy-eyed look sent butterflies to your stomach. 

'What can be so urgent to him? What does he need to tell you?'  You thought. As you two walked back to the car, you called Hotch and put him on speaker.

"Hotch, the unsub brought all his victims to beautiful locations, so we think that he's taking them out on a date." You explained. 

"There were no defensive wounds on them, meaning they gone willingly." Hotch said.

"The victims could've rejected him in a way, making him take his anger out on them." You said as you hopped into the passenger seat of the car.

"I'm afraid the more rejections he gets the more he'll lose control..." You said frowning. 

"We should ask Garcia about any dating sites with a person with three or more matches." You continued.

"And any bars or clubs, he could be picking them up from there." Spencer added. 

"I'll tell Garcia right away. Meet us back at the station." Hotch said. You hung up the phone and sighed. 

"Is something wrong?" Spencer asked again. You were surprised by how persistent he was. 

"I told you I'm fine, Reid. You don't need to worry about me." You said as you ran a hand through your hair.

"Did...did I do something to upset you?" Spencer asked. Time stopped for a minute. 

'yes. Why would you worry so much about me if you literally just said you hated me this morning?'  you asked

"N-no. You...didn't upset...me" You said as you made your microexpressions to show as little anger as possible. You looked out the window, not wanting to talk to Spencer anymore. 

Spencer moved his hand towards yours, but quickly retreated it when you turned to face the window. He had a feeling you heard him talk about you. Now, this is proof his gut was right.