Betrayal [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔️

12. The Interrogation

I know what y'all are gonna say and NO,    Y/n isn't pregnant again, I promise.

"Kevin Russell, forty-four. Lived in Gatlinburg his whole life until he moved to Virginia three years ago. No wife. No kids. Lives alone."

You look at Garcia's screen, shaking your head. "And he was linked to J and J Accounting? The fake firm?"

Garcia nods. "That's correct, sweetcheeks."

"So he's either Joseph's boss or one of his partners." You stand up, sighing.

Garcia looks at you, a concerned look on her face. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know life must be crazy for you right now. We're all here for you, y'know."

"I know, Pen. I appreciate you guys." You give her a smile, which she returns.

The team had left an hour ago to go bring Kevin Russell in—Hotch suggested you stay at Headquarters. You wanted to go, but didn't protest, opting instead to keep Garcia company while the team is gone. You lean against her desk, giving her a smile.

"Can Spencer, the kids, and I still stay with you tonight, Pen?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Of course, sugar!"

"I'm getting the little mobile crib from Jamie when we pick her up, so Joseph, Spencer, and I can all squeeze onto your guest bed and Rhiannon can sleep in the crib." You smile at her. "Joseph will want to play with your stuffed animals. He already told me."

Garcia giggles, swiveling around in her chair. "He can play with as many as he wants."

"Thanks, Pen."

She giggles, looking up at you. "Anything for you, my darling."

"Hey, sweetheart, we're back."

You turn around, eyes landing on Spencer. You stand up, crossing the short distance to where he's standing by the door, FBI vest still on. He grins, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, wrapping his arm around your lower back.

"Did you find him?" You ask, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

He nods. "I don't think he was expecting us. He seemed really surprised."

"What did you guys find in his apartment?"

Spencer shakes his head. "Not much. Just a stack of letters, also coded. After the interrogation, I'll start working on them. If I had to guess, though, he hasn't been involved in organized crime in a while."

You give Garcia a small smile as Spencer leads you out of her office. The two of you walk through the building until you get to a small room in front of the interrogation room. You look through the one-way glass, eyes landing on who you deduce to be Kevin Russell.

His gray hair sits straight and thinning on the top of his head, his brown eyes staring at the table in front of him. A pair of square, wire-frame glasses sits on his thick nose, his thin lips turned down into a frown. He taps his fingers on the table, his hands cuffed together in front of him. You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes as you look at him, hearing the pull of Velcro as Spencer removes his FBI vest.