Love Me Harder [spencer reid x reader]

0.1. pilot

IT'S HERE!!

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.
• THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE HEAVY MENTIONS OF SEX-TRAFFICKING/HUMAN-TRAFFICKING. BE ADVISED THAT THE FOLLOWING SCENARIOS DO ACTUALLY HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE AND ARE NOT MEANT TO BE MADE INTO A JOKE.

• THIS IS ONLY THE "PILOT" CHAPTER MEANT TO LAY OUT WHAT I PLAN TO HAPPEN IN THIS BOOK. I WANT TO EXPRESS MY APOLOGIES BEFOREHAND BUT THE TEAM WILL NOT HAVE MANY APPEARANCES IN THIS FIC, AT LEAST NOT UNTIL THE LAST FIFTEEN TO TEN CHAPTERS.

• PLEASE KEEP ANY HATE COMMENTS TO YOURSELF. REMEMBER THAT AUTHORS ARE HUMAN BEINGS TOO WITH HUMAN FEELINGS, AND HATE COMMENTS ONLY DISCOURAGE THEM. THIS IS A MESSAGE THAT I INCLUDED IN ONE OF MY FICS "PRISONER" EARLIER TODAY AND I PLAN TO MENTION IT IN ALL OF MY STORIES AT SOME POINT.

• I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND CAN'T WAIT TO TAKE YOU ON THIS NEXT JOURNEY WITH ME. :)

• OKAY, NOW I'LL LET YOU READ.

It was something straight out of a horror movie. Lightning cut across the sky, brilliant shocks of white flooding in from the windows daubed in rain as thunder roared in the distance.

There weren't a lot of things in the universe that scared Norah Fleming.

Being dragged to the BAU in the middle of the night in the pouring rain? Now, that was disconcerting.

Nevertheless, she kept her head held high, drumming her nails on the cool steel of the table that she was handcuffed to. She chose not to be afraid. Instead, she thought of her father.

Xander Fleming was an aesthete. Someone who is obsessed with art to a certain degree. In his case, he'd been rejected multiple times as an artist, so, he decided that he'd show them. He'd show the people who rejected him. He murdered and stole art, putting his victims' bodies in place of the paintings that he'd stolen.

Norah Fleming wasn't much different from her father. What is it that they say? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Norah Fleming was just as obsessive as he was; however, the difference between them was that she became obsessed with a man.

Spencer Reid was that man.

Spencer Reid was known for many things.

To most, he was a genius. A CalTech graduate with three PhD's and three BA's and an IQ of 187 who could read 20,000 words per minute. He went on to become a profiler for the FBI's most astute Behavioral Analysis Unit.

To others, Spencer Reid was known for his awkwardness. His quietness. His quirkiness. The way he refused to shake hands with strangers. The way he had a habit of missing out on social cues.