Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 8

4 years ago

"I really don't want to. Can't you get Nico to do this?"

"Y/n, shut up and do your job."

"But I-" before you can finish your protest, Pops' hand connects with your cheek harshly. It stings immediately.

"Argue again, and you'll wish I just hit you."

With that, you leave to track down their old partner. What you're supposed to do is follow his moves until he goes somewhere where you can talk to him. Pops said to make sure you charm him, which really means seduce the son of a bitch and get him to talk.

You know why you have to be the one to do this, because you are the only one he hasn't met. He's seen you once, but Mama ushered you to your room quickly.

No matter how horrible and dangerous this family was, they didn't want you kids to be a part of the drug ring which you guessed was sort of decent.

You tracked the man down to a bar around 8pm. You have a fake id that Nico made and use it to get in. You spot him drinking alone with one quick scan across the bar.

Thinking this out, you approach the bar and order a drink. He looks over to you when you sit down next to him. You shoot him a flirty grin.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

"Hey Y/n, I'm Roland."

The two of you chat for about ten minutes until he invites you over to his place. You obviously agree, following him out to his black vehicle.

His place is nice, he obviously has money; you know why of course.

"This is nice," you comment with a smile.

"Thanks I uh work hard."

You sit on the couch beside Roland.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No I'm okay, thank you.... So what do you do for a living?"

"I work at a production company."

"Oh cool..."

After a moment of deathly awkward silence, his lips are on yours. This was actually your first real kiss. If you can even call it a real kiss. His mouth connects with your neck and you try your best not to squirm out of his grasp.

"I know you work in a drug ring," you whisper.

Roland leans back to look at you quickly. "I tried to get out.... How do you know that?"

He did try to get out. You can't blame him. He just wanted to leave. Just like you wanted. And maybe he could actually be successful in this. You could make him swear not to rat out the Daminos.

But this plan could never work and you know it, Pops would find out you didn't go through with it, kill him, and probably kill you too.

"I'm so sorry," you say.

"What-?"

Before he can even register it happening, you stab him in the gut. A tear falls down your face as you remove the knife and call Pops.

He disposes of the body as you go home with Mama and she cleans your clothes and the knife.

You know now in this moment you've truly become a monster.

now

You're pretty sure that if you stay one more minute cooped up in this hotel room that you might jump out the window and let yourself lay dead on the concrete.

After that thought, you decide to call the only connection you have in this stupid city. Spencer Reid. After that dream you'd had two nights ago, you didn't really want to see him again, but right now he's the only way to escape this room that seems to get smaller every time you blink.

"Y/n?"

"Hey Spencer, um are you busy right now?"

"Just getting off of work. Need something?"

"Yeah actually, can I stay over at your place tonight? This hotel is driving me crazy."

"Sure, I'll pick you up in 30." Spencer's voice is kind, but tired.

you hang up the phone after saying a quick thank you, and pack your stuff into your suit case and get ready to leave.

"I brought my stuff just cuz... robbers ya know," you say awkwardly.

He smiles up at you as you get into his car. "Okay," he says with a chuckle.

You sit in silence during the drive to DC.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh yeah, just thinking."

"Ah okay."

You can tell he wants to talk more, but he holds back.

"Thanks for letting me stay here tonight, Spencer. It means a lot," you shoot him a smile.

"You're welcome. You can stay as long as you need, until we figure things out."

Did he just say 'we'? You smile at Spencer as you sit down on the couch. Being nice to him is kinda making you want to projectile vomit.

"Are you tired?"

"Not really, I haven't been able to sleep much lately," you admit.

"I haven't really either," he says, his eyes look droopy.

"Do you have any more information on the guys who took me?"

Spencer hesitates for a second. "I'm not really supposed to say, but we're pretty sure they've committed some unsolved murders in the area."

"Oh." Your face looks shocked, they're catching on more. They initially thought you guys were just running a drug cartel and killed a competing dealer. Which was true, Nico and Pops did do that.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

You look down. "Yeah I'm okay, I just didn't know someone could do all that."

"Some people are pretty messed up."

For some reason, this makes you laugh.

"Are you hungry?"

"Kinda."

"I don't have much since I'm not home often, but there's some frozen lasagna I can heat up."

"Okay. Thank you, Spencer."

Spencer gets up and goes into the kitchen. You sit on his couch looking around. This reminds you of that freaking dream you had about Spencer.

After a few minutes, Spencer sets down the food in his table and the two of you eat. Normally you don't feel awkward, but eating in silence at a FBI agents' apartment is a whole new level awkward; especially when you're literally a criminal.

You decide to watch a movie, Spencer sits on the opposite end of the couch. You know he's trying to be respectful of your space.

Your eyes start to get droopier and droopier as you continue to stare at the screen. Your head falls back against the couch and you fall asleep.

You stir awake to see a blanket laid across your body and Spencer Reid asleep on the couch a few feet beside you. He stayed with you through the night.

Looking at him sleeping peacefully, you get an idea. A genius idea if you do say so yourself...

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