Criminal Minds and Supernatural Crossover. You work for the FBI and stumble upon a case that the Winchesters are involved in. You're sucked into the Supernatural world as events begin to surround you, making you the centerfold of the world.
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You run your hands through your thick curly hair, breaking up the curled pieces to make it not look so stiff. Changing into skinny jeans, flats and a black v-neck, you look in the mirror to reapply your mascara. You keep thinking of his eyes, his green piercing eyes. The thought of him smiling at you makes you smile and blush. You're not even in front of him and he's giving you butterflies. But, you know, tonight, nothing can happen. You have to get him to tell you what he's doing here and why. You don't want to have to make an arrest for impersonating a cop, so it better be a good excuse.
You breathe deep exiting your apartment and heading down to the front towards your taxi. You're probably going to drink tonight so it's best you don't drive yourself. And if "Detective Plant" is giving you a ride in the Impala, if all goes well, he can drive you home. If not, you'll call a taxi.
You get in the taxi and shut the door. Butterflies run through you again the closer you get to the bar. You breathe deep, staring out the window. The taxi stops and you pay the taxi before getting out of the car. You find yourself breathing deep before entering the bar. There's quite a few people in the bar. This is the bar you go to with your team a few times a month. The bartender, Amy waves at you. You smile and wave back.
"You want your regular?" She asks as you walk over.
"Yes please." You say leaning on the bar top.
"Where's the rest of your team?" She asks as she mixes your drink.
"Oh, um, not here, I'm meeting a guy here." You smile. "Can I have an extra cherry in that drink please."
"A guy? Not Dr. Spencer Reid?" She raises an eyebrow at you and slides your amaretto sour to you.
"Spencer? hah. He's my best friend." You say, taking a sip of your drink.
"I see the way he looks at you."
"No, hah. Spencer and I are friends. That's it."
"Well, I think I've found the guy you're supposed to meet up with." She points to a table and sure enough, he's sitting there, beer in hand, staring at you. You feel your cheeks get hot.
"Thanks for the drink." You say, before walking over there.
You sit down across from him, placing your drink on the table.
"You started drinking without me." You say, gesturing to the one already empty beer bottle on the table.
"Yeah, sorry about that." He says with a smile. "How was the rest of your day? Find anything?" he asks.
"We did, actually." You breathe deep, trying not to get sucked into his charm. "We know you aren't real detectives. We work with every police station in every city that we go to. They have never heard of you." You breathe deep and lean forward closer to him. "Tell me why you're here and I won't arrest you."
