The Mission

Five

"For fuck's sake, this doesn't look right." An exasperated Spencer ran his hand frustratingly over his tousled brown hair as he unbuttoned his trousers.

Spencer looked in the mirror once again. Too formal. He thought as he took off the deep purple tie and changed the green trousers to a nicer, brown; not too over the top. He finally opted to just wear the light blue button up shirt and the brown trousers, with his black converse.

He had never been to a strip club in his whole life, which totally contradicted with the fact that he was born and raised in Las Vegas. However, that was just Spencer. It wasn't his scene, he preferred a nice evening alone at his cozy home, pouring his eyes over the newest book of the day, with a nice cup of black coffee. He blamed Emily for making him go to that stupid club.

"Pretty boy, I'm guessing this door will just open if I-" Derek pressed the eight number code and pranced into the room. Behind Derek, Rossi and Alvez shuffled in, clearly a bit drunk from the Jaeger shots they had beforehand.

"Hotch is meeting us inside the club. He's with Emily at the moment, and JJ and Penelope will come later at 11." Rossi explained. "Oooooh Hotch and Emily got the head start. I see, I seeee." Derek teased as he grabbed his keys and half dragged Spencer out of the couch. "Let's get this party started!" He exclaimed as he picked Spencer up and left the building to the parking lot.

Booming noises. Bright lights. All of this was contributing to Spencer's migraines as he closed his eyes, and counted backwards to 20. Just this night. He'll stay until 12 and then leave accordingly when everyone seem out of it. That was the plan. He kept thinking about this plan until he felt someone wrapping their arms around his neck.

"So you did come Spencer!" It was Emily, but a totally different side of her. She was wearing a tight black dress, with a wide v-neck that her milky tits were practically falling out of, and her dress was riding up to her ass. Her eyes were clearly red from being intoxicated, and her hair was messy, as if she had just came back from having sex. Oh. Wait. Spencer looked over to who was next to her, and it was Hotch. A less drunk but clearly had a few shots Hotch, had his one arm tightly around Emily, and the other around a bar maid. His shirt was unbuttoned and his fly was open. Hotch let the bar maid go as he wrapped his other free hand around Spencer. "Reid, are you enjoying yourself? We all need a break after that case, and you also need to be celebrated for your first undercover job." He sounded strangely like workplace SSA Hotchner, but he definitely did not look like him. Spencer uneasily stood up and said, "I need a drink. Thank you guys for arranging this, it means a lot." He quickly eyed the middle of the room, and saw Derek. He quickly skipped over to him.

"Did you see Emily and Hotch? Are they together? Like what in the fucking hell is this Derek?" Spencer couldn't breathe and now had three women grinding against him, thinking that he came to the dance floor to dance when really he just wanted to know what was going on with Emily and Hotch. "Oh, they've been fucking for a while now, and Hotch just got head from her in the bathroom. Speaking of, I need to get some right now. Be right back." Derek shuffled over to a curvy bar maid and whispered things in her ear, and then they headed to the bathroom.

Great. Spencer was now left alone and he couldn't see anyone familiar. Until he saw her. Her. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes, and pushed the three women away, as they started to grab his penis. He walked away from them, and towards her. Y/N.

...

Y/N was dancing her heart off near the gold pole. She had nothing on except for a black leather bra, and a short black mini skirt that was riding up her plump ass. Her eyes were covered in glittery purple eyeshadow, with the glitter residue and sweat running down her eye, making it look like she had been crying glitter. Unlike her rain matted messy hair from that morning at school, she sported a sleek ponytail, making her look like an absolute goddess. As she rode the pole and grinded against it, she imagined it was Spencer, grabbing onto her. Oh, how she longed for that innocent but sexy substitute teacher to be here with her, how safe and happy she would feel amongst these disgusting men who eyed her like a slab of meat on the counter.

Although she really didn't feel like dancing today, she needed the money to pay off this month's rent, and also additional meds that her grandma needed to take. She needed every bit of one dollar bill that was being shoved into her thong right now, because it was quick money, and she didn't want to sleep with any more men tonight, nor strip. One more pole dance and she'll collect her money and be gone.

At least that's what she told herself.

"Hey there." A deep voice shook Y/N from her neverending thoughts. Y/N stepped away from the stripping pole and looked below the stage. A well-built guy with honey brown eyes and curly brown hair looked up at her, motioning her to come with him. He was attractive, not like Spencer's way of nerdy but hot type of attractive, but this man was smooth and sexy. His eyes were kind but his movements were dominating. Y/N climbed down from the pole, and smiled. "Who are you?"

"I'm Luke Alvez, and I just thought you were so beautiful, I had to talk to you." He seemed sincere. Y/N smiled and followed him to the stairs, not knowing what will happen soon.

...

"I need moreeeeeeeee." Y/N linked her fingers onto Alvez's belt loop as she begged for more molly. "That's enough sweet pea." Alvez chuckled as he trailed his fingers on Y/N's underboob, earning delicate moans in return. Then he grabbed her by her hips and pushed her against the bathroom stall. She knelt down and opened his pants, pulled down his boxers, and took every inch of his member in her mouth. He tasted good, and was wet for her already.

Alvez groaned in surprise but soon continued with sounds of pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down, with her free hand massaging his balls. She looked up at him with a crooked smile and Alvez grinned at her back, and said, "You are the sexiest girl I have ever met, damn you."

She wasn't even doing this for the money, it was half for the molly, but also this Luke Alvez guy made her feel like she was the sexiest girl in the building. His groans as he hit his peak rewarded Y/N and pushed her to take more of his dick in her mouth. His reactions made her feel more in control, and she knew right there and then that she wanted to fuck him. As a big fuck you to Spencer for rejecting her advances today, but also as a personal reward.

Little did Y/N know that Luke Alvez, was SSA Luke Alvez, and also a best friend to Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan.

...

Spencer couldn't find Y/N.

Over the past hour, he had looked everywhere for her, because he wanted answers. What was a student at the school he was undercover in, doing in a strip club? I mean it was legal, but besides the point, he was wondering what she in particular was doing here. She had potential, to become other things. She had potential to start a good life. After a few hours of sifting through her work he could tell that besides the low attendance, she was a smart girl just by the essays that she had submitted all throughout this year, however, she just never tried hard, but when she did, it was clearly phenomenal.

He thought he saw her on the gold pole, but next minute she was gone. And there were too many brunettes in here with a black bra on, so it was hard to find her.

Spencer gave up for the moment, and he needed to desperately use the bathroom. He had consumed too much alcohol, with JJ and Penelope since they got there, and he was a lightweight. His oh so perfect plan of leaving this club at 12 wasn't going so well. He also had a taste of a Nerds rope that Derek shoved in his mouth, which turned out to be an edible. He felt dizzy and uncoordinated, as he gripped on the staircase of the club to a secluded bathroom.

"Oh my god Luke, fuck me, harder, harder, haaarder!" The sounds were coming from the bathroom, and normally Spencer would've left, but he really needed to go and he was definitely on some serious shit from the edible and the endless tequila shots with JJ and Penny.

He opened the stall, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Y/N... what the fu-?"