Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

you lose

Description: On a mission to apprehend a dangerous female suspect, Reid goes undercover. But when the mission gets to be too much, you struggle to not step in.
Warnings: language
PSA: I know Cat Adams is like high key fucked up but her character radiates bad bitch vibes and I really wanted to write an imagine where your badass character clashes with her badass character please don't at me.
Word count: 4325 (strap in boys, it's a long one)
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You were not happy about this situation in any capacity. Yes, you wanted to help your best friend get a group of hitmen off her trail, but you did not want to have to put your boyfriend in the line of fire to do it. You knew what this woman could do, what all the hitmen could do. Which sent a fear through you that you hadn't felt since you yourself went undercover AS a hitwoman many years ago.
You'd worked as an agent in the Organized Crimes division for 4 years at the time of your assignment. You were supposed to go undercover as a strictly online contact only hitman on the dark web and then stage the kills to send as picture proof to the customers. Each customers IP address was then tracked and they were arrested the next day. In the 3 years you were under deep cover you'd arrested over 100 customers, but dropped out of the undercover program when a mission to meet the recruiter of a major ring of hitmen went horribly wrong. You'd been ratted out and kidnapped, suffering 3 days of torture at the hands of the leaders' connections to torture specialists across the dark web. You transferred to the BAU in the next two months.

That's where you met Spencer Reid. You both were the youngest in the group, you and him being the same age. You clicked almost immediately, and he finally asked you to dinner after a year and a half of excruciating waiting. Now you were 6 months strong, and you swore to each other that you'd never let anyone hurt the other.
Which was why you were so against this.

Because the exact woman he was going undercover to meet was the exact same who had had you kidnapped and tortured 2 years ago.
Miss .45, aka Catherine Adams.

It infuriated you. So much so you wanted to just shoot her dead right when she walked into the restaurant that night. But you had a job to do.
She didn't know your face, which was a good thing. When she'd been tipped off she hadn't showed up to the meeting spot, nor had she been sent a picture of you based on the analysis of the email she received from the informant. She only knew your name, but lucky for you, you were the master at creating aliases for undercover operations.
She knew you as Alex Watson aka The Huntress, an FBI agent posing as a hitwoman who specialized in kills with weapons that couldn't be traced back; arrows, poison darts, mysterious knives, pipe guns. But now you were Y/N L/N, an FBI profiler hell bent on payback for what she did to you 2 years ago.

Your job here was simple. You would be posing as a bartender (since you had experience from a college job), serving drinks at the bar. But before that, to try and solidify Spencer's story about planning to kill his 'wife', you'd be in the back office posing as her on a phone call. You had your doubts, but you didn't have a choice.
It all started when you finally got that lead on the case.

"You're kidding, right?" You scoffed at the screen. "You are absolutely positive it's them?"
"He was in no state to lie about it." You stood up and shook your head, brushing off your clothes. "I want you to take lead on the briefing since you know more about them than anybody." You nodded, flashbacks running through your brain as you walked towards the round table room. You remembered hearing your screams echoing off the wall, the blood dripping down your skin from cuts. You anxiously rubbed against the scar on your chest as a nauseous feeling filled your stomach. It was a nervous habit whenever the topic was brought up for you to scratch at it.

When you walked into the room, everyone was looking at you, Hotch, and Garcia. Spencer smiled your way but you struggled to return it. He looked concerned. Garcia handed you the remote as you cleared your throat.
"We received crucial information about the hitmen targeting Garcia. Brian Cochran, the NSA agent we arrested in connection to them decided to spill after a night in solitary confinement. He doesn't know the names of the hitmen but he does their aliases. And now that it's been confirmed it's them, we may be in a lot more trouble than we thought."
"Why?" Lewis sat back in her chair. You cleared your throat and rubbed the scar on your chest that formed an X above your heart.
"5 years ago, when I still worked for Organized Crimes, I was tasked with an undercover assignment where I'd pose as an online conversation only hitwoman called The Huntress who specialized in brutal and bloody hits with untraceable weapons like arrows and poison darts. My job was to engage with customers, stage the deaths of their targets for photo proof, exchange them over a network I set up that could then track their IP address, and then arrest them the next day. Nobody on the dark web ever knew about the arrests, so I came off as an incredibly successful contract killer. I was then approached by a group of hitmen who wanted me to join their ring." You started to rub more aggressively, breathing heavily. "There are 4. The first is the Sniper, a hitman who specializes in long range attacks. The second is the Chemist, one who specializes in poisons and untraceable hits. The third is the Bomber, who according to Cochran is responsible for this bombing in China against a bureaucrat who didn't pay up in time. The fourth is..." You trailed off, rubbing harshly against the skin on your chest. Your breathing became labored as all you could think about was your screams and how it felt to be suffocated to near death.
"Y/N? Y/N are you okay?" Spencer looked at you with intense concern and you shook out of your trance. Garcia offered to take over but you shook your head.
"Miss .45. The deadliest of them all with the highest kill count. 2 years ago I was supposed to meet with her about joining the ring, which she would then lead me to the rest and we'd make an arrest. Turns out, I had been ratted out by an informant who didn't know my real name, as I went by 'Alex Watson' then so I'm in no danger now. When I showed up she was nowhere to be found and instead I was...uhm..." You trailed off again but snapped back in. "I was kidnapped by hired hands and tortured for 3 days before my team found me. I quit the team after that and transferred to the BAU two months later." Everyone sat with wide eyes.
"Why didn't you tell us?" JJ looked at you shocked; if anyone knew what you went through that day it was her, herself a victim of torture.
"It was a past me I wanted to forget. But now that she's back and threatening Garcia, we have to work fast. I won't let her outsmart me this time."