impact (Spencer reid x reader)

02-who doesn't love bondage

Alas, drunk words were often sober thoughts in your case.

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Your alarm blared at 6:00 am the next morning, you lifting your pounding head and squinting at the gaping curtains when sunlight assaulted your eyes. You sat up gingerly, patting yourself down and groaning when you couldn't find your phone. Cursing at yourself for losing it again you heaved yourself off your bed and trudged into your bathroom to clean yourself up.

Forgetting to turn on the heat, your shower sobered you up quickly, drenching you in ice cold water before you could fumble with the knobs.

Twenty minutes later you were clean, clothed and brewing yourself a coffee as you tore your place apart looking for your phone. You grabbed your FBI-issued backup cell from a bowl by your front door and threw it into your bag hoping it was charged. You made your way to work, taking your coffee from the cup holder of your car before heading up to the Bullpen.

You shared a pained look with Morgan as you greeted him in the elevator and you both laughed at each other, shaking your heads and promising never to drink again. You strolled into the office casually but barely made it to your desk before Penelope intercepted you, ushering you briskly into the conference room. Well then, this hangover is gonna have to wait.

Everyone gathered at the round table, and Garcia presented the case as you tried your best to focus. You quickly zoned in as she began:

"Polly Hendricks, 35, found strangled and left in her apartment in this intriguing position late last night." She clicked her remote to display a photo of the victim on the screen behind her and you all blinked and stared in shock. This was something the BAU didn't see everyday.

The image showed a woman heavily clad in leather, although to say that it covered much skin would be an overstatement. She wore a strappy black ensemble, a leather bustier with dainty cut outs here and there, and a matching pair of underwear that you were sure were crotch less. You weren't being weird, you just owned the same pair. The woman's corpse was propped up with her back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest as her head leaned against her arms, which were bound at the wrists by black silks that tied to a metal ring above.

"As you can see, poor Polly received a little more bondage than she was anticipating, however an autopsy report showed that there was no sexual activity prior to her death."

"This screams 'sexual sadist' to me." Expressed Emily. "The unsub has some prejudice against women who are comfortable with their sexuality, bumps into Hendricks one night and gets a whiff of her intentions, she takes him back to her place and..."

"And he kills her before she can live out her fantasy." Finished Rossi.

"Unfortunately Miss Hendricks is not the first but the fourth of this series of murders. All of the other women were found in similar positions scattered across San Francisco, although the COD ranges from blunt force trauma, lacerations and severe burns, to this last one, strangulation."

You all pondered this for a moment.

"You know, we could be looking at an unsub with an overly confidant mother." Spoke Reid. "A child who's parent engaged in sexual acts while he was present or who even made him watch. It could also be someone who's extremely religious and believes that in killing these members of the BDSM community he is actually ridding the world of sin and evil. We should look into men with significant childhood trauma as a result of constant inappropriate behavior at home and excessive church visits to cope." Garcia nodded and the rest of you closed your case files and prepared to board the jet.

Half an hour later you were settled into one of the beige leather seats of the FBI's private jet, going over the case in your mind as the team set out for San Francisco. Reid joined you at the far end of the plane, tapping you on the shoulder before sitting down. You looked up from your hands on your lap to smile feebly at him, your head still pounding softly.