Criminal Minds One Shots

Lov U (ReidxReader)

The team was running through the literal maze of a warehouse. They were shouting for you, not fully convinced they were going to get a response.

"Well," the unsub said, "I'm fucked no matter what, right?" He wrapped his hands around your neck and began strangling the young agent.

"Samson! Let y/n go!" Morgan shouted from the doorway.

The unsub either didn't hear Morgan or didn't care.

"Samson!" Deciding that negotiating wasn't going to get him anywhere, Morgan quickly slotted his gun back in his holster and tackled the unsub. The shock was enough to make him let go of your neck without much resistance.

Spencer was the next down the stairs and into the room, Hotch on his heels. Barely taking note of your condition or Morgan struggling with the unsub, he rushed over to his partner, overjoyed.

"Y/n/n. Y/n/n, it's me. Hi. Hi there. It's okay. It's okay." Quickly and somewhat awkwardly he undid your shackles and cradled you.

"Morgan?"

"I got him, Hotch," Morgan grunted, having finally cuffed the struggling man. "Let's go," he said to Samson, roughly helping him up and shoving him toward the door, almost colliding with JJ.

"How's y/n doing?" Hotch asked Spencer.

Spencer was still holding you, unaware of your deteriorating condition.

Hotch took a few steps closer and place his hand gently on your back. His eyes widened. "We need a medic in here, now!" he demanded into his earpiece. "Reid, I need you to let go. Y/n isn't breathing."

Spencer barely had time to process what he'd just heard when you were ripped from his arms and laid face-up on the ground. "No!" he cried.

"JJ, hold him."

JJ nodded and pulled Spencer away from your body. It took all her strength to keep ahold of the scrawny yet impressively strong doctor.

Hotch was furiously forcing your lungs to inflate, stopping every few breaths to check your pulse. Two minutes in and he stopped finding one.

The medics got to the room after another minute or so and continued compressions. Hotch had managed to keep you in v-fib so the EMTs immediately zapped you with the AED once it was charged. The first two shocks were unsuccessful but the third one caused sinus rhythm.

Spencer, now not so much being held back but instead simply being held by JJ, was sobbing on the side, taking in the past few minutes. JJ and Hotch led him upstairs after you and the EMTs and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

You were malnourished, dehydrated, and oxygen-deprived and thus in a coma. Without knowing how long you weren't breathing the doctors were unable to guess what function you would regain if you ever woke up.

Spencer didn't sleep for almost that entire week. As he was dozing off on day eight he noticed a tapping on his hand. Realizing what this meant, he snapped awake, fully alert, and focused on the tapping.

Short. Long. Short-short pause. Long. Long. Long. Pause. Short-short-short. Long. Pause. Short. Short. Long.

Spencer smiled. "I love you, too," he said a bit louder than he needed to just to be sure you heard him.