With Hearts Like These (Spencer Reid x reader)

L.D.S.K.

You walked in with Garcia, hair pulled back into a braid. Elle met you with a small frown. "What's going on?" You asked. "Spencer will fill you in." She said. "Is it bad?" You asked. "no, Spencer just feels like crap about it though." Elle said. You walked over to the coffee station and sat on the counter as your coffee brewed. Spencer came over, completely silent. "...Hey." you said. He looked up. "She told you right?" Spencer asked. "She warned me you were upset but I don't know why." You said. "I failed my carrying test." He sighed. "What?" You asked. "I failed--" "No no, I get that I'm just... Surprised. Spencer if you sucked at aiming or gun safety you could've come to me." You encouraged. Spencer sighed. "How am I supposed to..." He fell silent, shaking his head and then you hopped down, pouring a cup of coffee. "Listen. The first time I took my test I failed. I know its not your first time but still. You get my point. Hopefully." Spencer gave a small smile and you put a hand on his shoulder. "Plus I feel like Hotch didn't explain much." You added. "...He just mentioned front sight, trigger press and follow through." Spencer admitted. "Yeah no, me and you will practice, then you'll deal with the big guy okay?" you said. Spencer nodded and you sat down across from Spencer at your desks.

"Hey." Morgan said. You looked up and frowned seeing the whistle behind his back. "We're all here for you." Morgan assured. You glared and Spencer noticed. "I'm serious." If you ever need anything... Just blow on that." Morgan said putting the whistle around Spencer. Morgan chuckled and you smiled sarcastically, pulling Morgan down by the tie. You whispered something in his ear and Morgan drained of life listening to you. You let go and Spencer cocked his head as you forced Morgan to sit at his own desk. "What did you say?" Elle asked. "Nothing. Just make note of the fact you should NOT mess with my partner, or I will put the fear of God into you." You said nonchalantly. JJ came over with files and handed them out.

"Okay, Franklin park, Des Plaines, yesterday afternoon. three victims shot at distance. It's the third such shooting in two weeks." JJ said. "A sniper?" Elle asked. "We don't use that word." You muttered, looking over the case. "Why not?" Elle asked. "The public perception is that the FBI doesn't have an exemplary record with snipers." JJ said. "Besides, a sniper is a professional marksman. These guys aren't snipers." Hotch said. "What do we call 'em then?" Elle asked. "L.D.S.K." You answered. "Long distance serial killers." Spencer said. "How many of these guys have we caught using a profile?" Elle asked. "None." Gideon said. There was a noticeable discomfort with Spencer, him occasionally looking over at you. You all moved to the conference room, Morgan avoiding you or your glance at all costs. Spencer rose a brow watching Morgan sit down and Spencer sat next to you. "Two weeks, three shooting incidents, six victims, all shot in the abdomen. First and only fatality, Henry Sachs, married, father of 3, was shot in a shopping center parking lot. Nine days later, Doug Miller and Kevin Parks were playing basketball at a community center. Franklin park, 4 days later, Jerry Middleton, Kate Murray, and Tim Reilly. Des plaines police have found no link between any of the victims." Hotch explained. "Ballistics?" Morgan asked. "He's using frangible rounds, which fragment on impact, making ballistics comparisons impossible." Hotch said. "The good news is that all the park victims are gonna make it. The bad new is that none of them saw anything. However, one of the patients does have an intact bullet lodged in his spine." JJ said. "What's the prognosis?" Gideon asked. "There's a disagreement among surgical staff as to whether they can remove the slug without paralyzing the patient." JJ said. "Well, without a useful witness or a solid piece of forensic evidence..." Morgan sighed. "The profile's all we'll have." Hotch said.

You all dispersed, Spencer following you. "Hey, what did you say to Morgan?" Spencer asked. "....Nothing." you lied. "Y/n, for an FBI agent you're terrible at lying, especially to me." Spencer said. ".......Morgan what did I say to you?" You asked. Morgan shivered. "You said and I quote: "Listen here you little shit, you may think you're funny but its not going to be so hilarious when I do what I threatened to do to the last agent that hurt my friend: Shoot you in the balls. Now I threatened to do that to the man on the Davenport case and I didn't even know him. Imagine what I can do to someone I know.'" Morgan quoted. Elle gaped and you grabbed your go bag. "Holy crap Y/n." Elle gaped. "... You threatened to shoot Shyer's testicles off?" Spencer asked. "....Yeaaahhh. He was a lot more compliant when I cocked the gun too." You admitted. "....That's just wrong." Morgan shivered. Elle high fived you and you chuckled. "You haven't actually shot anyone's balls off... Right?" Morgan asked as you walked to the elevator. You remained silent, pressing the button to go down. "Right?" Morgan asked. You still didn't answer. "I'm craving Chinese food right now. I don't know why?" You muttered making Elle snicker. Morgan seemed hilariously flustered by the fact that you wouldn't answer the question. Spencer smiled and noticed the amusement that you took by making him terrified.