Betrayal [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔️

5. Little Dove

TW: mentions of blood, violence

"How did he get the toy?"

Joseph squirms in your lap, holding one of your hands in his two tiny ones, playing with the ring on your finger. Will looks at you, wide-eyed, shaking his head.

"I-I don't know. The agents at the house didn't see anything, I never heard anything. I swear." Will glances over at JJ, preoccupied with her two boys.

You glance up at Spencer, his arms holding Rhiannon tightly. He catches your eye and gives you a little smile, Rhiannon letting out a bunch of gurgles, her little laugh ringing out around the room. Spencer smiles down at his daughter, and you rub Joseph's back.

"Joseph, honey, you didn't see anyone come into the house to ask you for Speckles?"

He shakes his head. "No, mama. One night after I woke up, he was gone. It made me sad," Joseph pouts, looking up at you.

You bite the inside of your cheek. "JJ, can you take them? Or maybe Garcia can watch them for a minute? We need to talk to the rest of the team."

JJ nods. "Sure, yeah." She walks over to Joseph, and he slides off your lap. "Wanna go play with Michael?"

Joseph nods eagerly, staggering over to the young boy. JJ gives Spencer a little smile as she goes to take Rhiannon. Spencer gives Rhiannon a little kiss on her forehead before letting her go. You stand, lacing your fingers with Spencer's as you walk into the roundtable room.

It had been thirty minutes since you'd found Speckles—and proceeded to freak the fuck out. Spencer had immediately called Will, who sounded completely and utterly confused to find a frantic Spencer on the other end of the line. Will had brought the kids over as soon as Spencer had called—and even though they're safe, you still feel like you're going to throw up.

"So, here's what presumably happened," you start, not releasing Spencer's hand. You need some type of physical support. "Someone—it could've been my dad; it could've been someone he's working with—someone broke into Will and JJ's house and stole Speckles."

"They didn't touch the kids, though," Rossi muses, knitting his eyebrows together.

Spencer shakes his head. "No, but they could have. A killer was inches away from my kids." His unoccupied hand clenches into a fist, and you notice the tight clench of his jaw.

You rub your thumb over his hand, and he looks at you, unclenching his jaw. "Either way, my family isn't safe. And neither is Will and JJ's." You throw Will an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you guys into this."

"It's alright," Will says, giving you a small smile.

"So, obviously his tactic right now is fear," Hotch says quietly. "He wants you to know he has the upper hand. He could've harmed your kids—but he didn't. He chose not to. He wants you to know he has all the power."