Spencer Reid has worked for the Behavioral Analyst Unit since he was 22.
After several years of getting tortured by his job and his own mind.
He never thought he would get a "happily ever after" like in fairy tales.
Up until he met Y/N, that's wh...
Trigger warnings - mentions of rape, self-harm, substance abuse, abuse, all of Reid's trauma
I'll put a quick blurb in the next chapter, to sum up, any important information that you guys need to know about the story. Most of this you can skip. If you need help I am here if you want to talk.
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After a while of talking about your college experiences and why you went into each field. Spencer said something that surprised you "It's hard adjusting to normal life especially after being in prison"
Y/N
'What the fuck' was all you thought. Your face was blank, your thoughts going haywire. Spencer's eyes looking over your face looking for a small hint of what you were feeling.
"I was framed for murder, if that helps calm your thoughts"
His voice broke the tension in the room. You bit your lip as you looked at him "Wait what exactly happened?" You asked as you were utterly confused on how the boy genius of the BAU, actually went to prison.
He sighed before nodding, explaining how his mother was suffering from Alzheimer's, traveling across the border to get an experimental drug, without informing the bureau. As he finally explained what happened, staring at his lap not knowing how you were going to react.
Your mouth opened but no sound came out as you were trying to figure out how to respond. "I- I'm sorry that you went to prison" you whispered into the silence, you couldn't have even imagined what he dealt with. Sure you had a traumatic past, daddy issues, definitely but you sure as hell didn't go to prison most of your trauma was all internal. Spencer had to go through all of that alone.
You got to your knees on the bed crawling over to Spencers frame at the foot of the bed. Taking him in your arms and holding him close. "If you ever need to talk about what has happened, I'm here, I thought I had a traumatic past but you take the cake" you whispered to him. He looks back at you chuckling softly "If we're talking trauma that's not even the worst of it."
Spencer
Feeling her arms around him, he sighed as he calmed down feeling content right there in her arms. Listening to her comforting words he chuckled before responding.
He looked at her surprised look, he shook his head, before looking up at her. "This is going to be a long night if we get into all of my trauma. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
She paused before nodding "Will I need to tell you about mine if you do?" He heard her soft voice ask, he shook his head "Only if you want to I don't want to force anything".
"Okay, so where should I start, childhood?" he asked softly looking at her, watching her nod motioning for him to continue.
