Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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Why the fuck are FBI agents questioning you?

Then you realize they must be Spencer's coworkers, but do they know who you are?

"Why am I here?" you look blankly at the them.

"We were hoping you could answer that," Hotchner says.

"Where were between three and four this evening?" Jareau says.

"I was at home."

"Can anyone vouge for you?" Jareau says.

"Yeah, my boyfriend."

"Who might that be?" Hotchner takes out a note pad and a pen.

"What the fuck is this about?"

They look at each other and then excuse themselves. Jesus, they arrested me on drug possession and selling. And if I say I'm dating Spencer Reid, they would freak out.

After a couple of minutes of you staring around the room, the detectives come back in.

"You are aware that four women were raped and murdered by a former drug dealer," this time another woman comes in. She has dark long hair and she's wearing a red tank top under a blazer.

"A drug dealer that worked in the same tunnel that you work in," Hotchner says.

"Well, I didn't do it."

"So, tell us what you know," Jareau says.

"I'm not a fucking snitch."

"You do realize we have two charges against you of drug possesion and distributing illegal drugs," the woman says.

"And if I cooperate, I could get it expunged?"

"I'll put in a good word. Now tell us what you know," the woman says.

"Alright, fine. I know a couple of dealers that work the tunnel." You go on and tell them about the history of each of them. They all exit the interrogation room.

The woman with dark hair comes back in after a couple of minutes, "it says here in your file that you have a degree in psychology, criminal justice, and behavioral science. And you have college credits for forensic psychology."

"Yeah, so?"

"How did you get from being the smartest person in your classes, so much so that you got through four bachelor's degrees in six years?"

"When I turned 26, I had to drop out. My mom was sick and I had to take care of her. I was in the middle of my master's in college. What the hell does this had to do with anything?"

"I just noticed that you haven't taken the best path and you have so much potential. There's a position open in my office," the woman hands you a card.

You take it and look at it, then look back at her.

"You could easily get your master's done and get hired at the office," she's looking at sympathetically, "you're free to go."

You get up and walk out before she can.

You walk passed Spencer and he tries not to look at you. You walk out of the police station and pull out a cigarette.

You light it and then Spencer walks outside angrily.

"What the fuck, you got caught?"

"Uh, yeah isn't it obvious," you take a drag of your cigarette.

He flicks the cigarette out of your hands, "you're such a fucking dumbass."

You don't get angry easily, you actually like seeing Spencer anger. It's hot.

"That girl with the dark hair gave me a card so that I can apply when I finish college."

"College?" Spencer scoffs, "you can barely figure out how to sell drugs right."

You smile at him while biting your lip, "keep doing that."

It may be fucked up but you like the emotional and physical abuse, you and Spencer make each other endure, "tear me down, baby. Insult me more."

"You really want me to hurt you, huh?"

You bite your lip and nod. He pushes you against the wall and slaps you, "is that good enough for you."

You smile and nod, then start laughing because you know it'll make him angry

(uh, i just realized that this story is just a rewritten version of ray and syd from that one episode😳
chile, anyway so..)

"I have to get back to work, make yourself useful," Spencer walks back inside.

You walk to the apartment and go inside, it was a long day and you just drift off to sleep.

so, was that good?

i lose motivation to write when i don't think the story is good. i hope you all enjoyed.