spencer reid - one shots.

- confrontation

     "Authorities were just informed of our unsub's car and matching license plate outside of town in an abandoned warehouse. We're gearing up with SWAT and headed there right now." Prentiss said, poking her head into the conference room as the agents stirred fully awake from their case daze.

They all fully bolted out of the room, Rebecca feeling incredibly nervous. This was her first time going in the field, and they were dealing with multiple unsubs withholding dangerous weapons. The BAU, including her, had no clue what to expect.

"Rebecca, you and Reid take the back entrance. JJ, Rossi—the basement. The rest of us will go on through the front. No one splits from the other, alright?" Hotch shouted to the team as they ran to the building, all of them vocally agreeing to his instructions.

Spencer looked at Rebecca, who ran past him without a single look. He still felt incredibly sorry for being such a jerk the whole day. It was only for a day he told himself, for payback; although Rebecca didn't know that.

She reached for the door handle, throwing it open with her gun pointed ahead of her. Rebecca turned on her flashlight, scanning the dark interior. "There's nothing here."

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly felt a drop of liquid on his forehead. He reached up, bringing it to his nose and eyes shooting open wide. "It's triacetone triperoxide. This place is rigged with explosives. Get out!!!" He shouted hurriedly, grabbing Rebecca's arm forcefully and running out of the door.

There was a slight sizzling noise, before all hell broke loose. Spencer quickly registered the situation, his first instinct being diving to the ground and knocking Rebecca over. The man buried his head into her neck, covering the woman's head with his arms. A wave of intense heat pulsed through them, along with a deafening boom. Debris fell from the building, flying everywhere in shards.

Then there was silence. A far more deafening silence than the sound the bomb had emitted. Spencer panted heavily into her skin, now sticky with sweat. Realization ran through his veins, and he jolted up, rolling off of the woman with a groan. Rebecca laid there in silence, not even registering that a bomb had just exploded, and instead thinking about how warm it felt when his body was pressed up against hers.

"S-sorry." Spencer said anxiously. "Are-are you hurt?" He said, missing the confidence from before. The man stood up, offering his hand to her. He felt bad. He bullied her all day and now he had basically just smothered the poor woman.

"No. No..." She said in a daze, grabbing his hand as the man pulled her up. Rebecca crashed into his chest, her cheeks going completely red as she immediately stepped away from him. "Thanks." The woman quietly said, diverting eye contact.

"Yeah..." Spencer mumbled awkwardly. He turned to her abruptly. "Look—"

"Guys!!! Are you two alright?!" Yelled Prentiss, who was running to the two, the whole team trailing behind the woman.

He let out a small sigh, biting his lip and running a hand through his messy and dirt-ridden hair. "We're okay!"

"Thank god..." JJ mumbled. "We saw the explosives, but couldn't get you two in time."

"Got the unsubs, though." Morgan said, chuckling sheepishly as he noticed the increased tension between the two.

"Good, good..." Rebecca murmured, still bothered by the man next to her. She lightly smiled at the rest of the team, glad to be alive. Maybe the BAU wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.

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Rebecca sat inside her hotel room that night, head leaned against her pillow as she pondered deeply about the events of today.