Spencer Reid One Shots

Never Compare

I could never compare to her.
Her beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Her killer figure and bubbly personality.
Everyone loves her.
Especially Spencer.
He's in love with her, and has been since the beginning.
How could I compete with her? How could I get his attention long enough for him to like me?
I have no chance.
So I keep my feelings to myself and I put on a front.
I've managed to convince the team I'm not the dating type.
Whenever we work a case I stay as far away from JJ as possible.
Although I find her a nice woman and caring mother, I can't help the tightness in my stomach whenever I remember how much Reid loves her.

My name is (Y/n).
I have (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.
My figure doesn't meet society's expectations.
I spend all my free time reading, whatever books I can get my hands on.
Most of them are from different countries and from far in the past.
My apartment is roughly a five minute drive from the BAU.
I became an agent when I was 23.
No one liked me because I wasn't a team player.
When working a case I observe everything. I am constantly looking at everything and I pick out small details easily.
I am a convincing actress.
When I joined the BAU I became a part of their family.
They had my back, and I came to think of them as actual family, seeing as how I have none.
My feelings for Reid only recently blossomed in the last year or two. 
I thought about asking him to get coffee but the more I observed him, I came to realize his feelings toward the blonde.
He is infatuated with her.
Even if I tried to get his attention, he would always love her, I would never compare.

Flash to now, five years after me joining, and I'm 28.
We're working a case involving children.
These ones always twist my heart.
Several children between the ages of infancy and 6 have been kidnapped.
Hotch ordered Reid and I to check on a lead, which I was not gonna complain about.
We drove to the address Garcia texted me, but upon arriving and exiting the SUV both Spencer and I were knocked out.

When I come to, I look around. A few feet away I see Spencer still unconscious.
Our clothes have been changed.
I'm in a vintage, plaid dress and slip on flats while Spencer is wearing a plaid button down and denim jeans.
A noise causes me to look at my surroundings.
All the missing children.
My eyes widen as I move to my knees and gently pet their heads.
The infants are in cribs and the toddlers are playing with toys.
"I see you're finally awake mother." A deep voice comes from the speaker in the corner.
I look at the speaker. "What do you want?"
"I need you to care for the children while I'm away. Everything you need is there with you. You and father will take good care of them won't you?"
The voice became menacing at the end and it sent a shiver down my spine.
A groan comes from behind me and I turn to see Spencer rub his head. He looks at me and his eyes widen. "(Y/n)."
His attention turns to the children around us.
"All the missing children. Where are we?" He looks around, as if the room we're in is just another room in a normal house.
"He says we have to care for them while he's gone." I inform.
"What? Is he going to get more children? Why does he need us? And if he needs us, why not kidnap someone else?" The genius rants and looks around again, as if it would give him all the answers.
One of the infants starts whining so I stand up and wobble to the crib. I pick up the baby and rock it gently.
The crying doesn't stop so I lay him on the changing table, grab a diaper and wipes, then switch out the dirty diaper for the clean one.
After disposing of it in the garbage I rock him gently again.
He makes small noises while chewing on his fist.
I smile and hum softly.
The baby closes his eyes before falling asleep.
I set him in his crib and another child starts whining right away.
"Have fun." The voice comments.

I walk to the three year old girl and rub her back. "Are you hungry?"
She nods and holds her stuffed bunny close.
I look around and see a large cabinet. I walk over and open it.
It is broken up into 7 columns, labeled for each child.
The rows are labeled with things like: food, clothes and toys.
I grab a snack for the girl and give it to her.
She giggles and takes it, eating in the corner.
"He must've killed and disposed of the others who were taking care of them once they didn't do it his way." Spencer comments.
"Why us though?" I ask, still confused.
"You seem to be doing good with the children. Maybe he knew you were good with children and I was just collateral." Spencer responds.
I hide my blush as I give some children toys, change more diapers and sing the babies to sleep.