Spencer Reid Imagines/Fics

What She Doesn't Know Won't Kill Her

SUMMARY: Y/N finds out Spencer has been in an accident and wonders why no one called her as she was understood to be his emergency contact. Turns out... his wife is, which only further exposes shocking revelations after revelations.

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WARNINGS: N/A

NOTE:

*** Thank you everyone for being so patient!! :)

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"Someone please just TELL me something! I'm looking for Spencer Reid, please!" Y/N shouts, trying to attract the attention of a doctor or nurse. Y/N's head whips all directions, people flying by her assisting others, taking calls and checking clipboards. Her head feels dizzy, her heart beating erratically against her warm chest. Stumbling into a seat in the waiting room, she doesn't know what to do. What to think, say, or feel. Time feels incredibly slow yet so fast.

"Excuse me, please! I'm looking for Spencer Reid! Someone help me... FUCK!" Y/N yells, gripping her hair in utter frustration. To the others around her, she must have looked completely psychotic, but she didn't care. All Y/N wanted was to find out what happened to Spencer.

A nurse rushes to Y/N, concern spread on her face. As soon as Y/N sees that she's coming for her, the only words she is able to shakily proclaim is Spencer's name.

"Why wasn't I notified earlier? I had to find out from his mother's carer! I don't understand, I- "

"I'm sorry Miss Y/L/N, but the first person we informed was his emergency contact and due to the nature of his profession, we must notify them immediately so- "

"Wait... wait. His emergency contact? I-I thought I was his..." Y/N was so confused.

"No, I'm afraid not. I'm sorry but we're unable to disclose Dr Reid's personal information."

After trying multiple times to reason with the nurse only to fail every time, Y/N eventually slumps herself in one of the waiting room chairs, emotionally drained. After a long day of work that consisted of a 12-hour shift, she wanted nothing more than to go home, have a hot, relaxing shower and go to bed. But now with Spencer, all she wants is to know if he's okay or not.

Y/N feels gross, her hair is a mess, her makeup is oily and separated and her work outfit is crinkled and dishevelled.

Only a few minutes later Y/N hears a pair of shoes hitting the ground, the noise getting louder and louder as the person running comes closer. In walks a beautiful auburn-haired woman, dressed in a pencil skirt, white button up shirt and blazer – the heel of her shoes the reason for the sound.

She too looks just as frantic and chaotic as Y/N did when she entered the waiting room, also receiving the same look from everyone else.

"I'm looking for my husband, please! He came in a few minutes ago. Where is he?!" The woman yells, catching the attention of the same nurse that denied Y/N. The nurse walks to the woman, grabbing her clipboard out once again.

"What's your name?" The nurse asks.