After the conference, everything seemed fine. You went on the jet, did your assignments, and made your way back to the police station.
Until you checked your phone, the date. You're period was late. You didn't want to assume the worst but you definitely panicked a little inside.
You didn't have any symptoms.
The one thing that was running through your head was the fact that you were going through withdrawal just a week ago. If you were pregnant, the baby could be in danger.
The team noticed it a little, you excuse yourself and walk out.
You saw their faces as you walk out, they are concerned for you. You didn't want them to know what was going through your head but you knew what was going through theirs.
You decide to go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and get flashbacks of how you were just a couple of weeks ago.
You gulp and try to shake those thoughts away.
Eventually you heard a knock at the door, it was Emily. You hadn't been in there long but you knew it was just a precaution.
"Hey, I was just checking. Everything alright?"
"Um, I have an issue."
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I missed my period," you knew Emily wanted to say something but you put your hand up in defense, "I don't want to make a big deal but I need to go to the store to get a test."
"Do you need me to talk to Hotch?"
"Yeah, would you please?"
"Of course, go ahead."
You walked out of the bathroom and out of the police station, the team eyed.
You looked around to see if you could find a convenient store within walking distance, you spotted one a bit down the street.
You walked there, you felt out of breath. You were worried, you didn't know if you were just out of shape or if you were actually experiencing symptoms.
You enter the store, a bell rang as you did. You look around and finally spot the isle with pregnancy tests.
You grabs two of different brands just to be sure.
You awkwardly walk up to the cashier, she eyes you as she rings you up. You didn't take it to heart, you pay and ask her not to bag them.
You grab them and put them in your pocket. You make your way back to the police station where you head to bathroom.
You pull them out of your pocket and open them.
You make sure to read the instructions to make sure you didn't do something wrong. After taking them and setting them on the counter, you nervously pace a little around the bathroom.
You keep checking your phone every second, waiting for the two minutes to be up.
It felt like an eternity.
Eventually, you saw the lines on the tests form.
Two lines, on both of them.
You check each of the boxes and make sure that means positive before you start freaking out.
They were positive.
You put them in your pocket, looked in the mirror, and took a long deep breath. Eventually, you find the courage to leave the bathroom with your composure.
You walk out and go into the room. You sit down and try to act normal. The room became a bit silent.
Morgan and Spencer tried to speak but Hotch cut them off and started talking about the case.
You eventually got the call from Garcia that told you exactly who the unsub was. The entire team left but you and Emily. You two told them you were just going to clean up.
After everyone left, Emily turns to you,"so..?"
You nod.
"You're..," she stutters a little, "you're actually pregnant."
"Yeah."
"Are you gonna like keep it..like there'" a whole thing inside of you."
"I don't know yet."
"Do you think Spencer will be happy about this?"
"I can't say for sure."
You and Emily have small conversations about the entire thing while packing all the files back into the boxes and carrying them out to trunks of the SUVs.
Eventually, the team comes back with an arrest and we all get in the SUVs.
On the drive with Spencer to the FBI building, you contemplate telling him. You thought it would be better to tell him when you both got home.
The entire car ride felt so long, even the jet ride felt like it was never going to end. But it did.
You all got off, got in the elevator, and then you started walking home.
Spencer kept looking over at you, "hey baby, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You've been weird since earlier. Have you-"
You cut him off, "no, I'm just really tired."
"Well, let me help with that," he picks up you and carries you in arms. He carries you all the way apartment building and up the steps.
He puts you down at front door, "was that really necessary?"
"You said you were tired," he shrugs his shoulders.
He unlocks the front door and steps aside for you to enter first, you do. He closes the door and locks it.
You take a deep breath as you stop in your tracks. You turn around and grab Spencer's hand, leading him to the couch. He looked completely confused.
You sit down and sits down beside you.
You take another deep breath.
His smile drops slowly, he knows you're anxious about something.
You slowly reach in your pocket, pulling out the tests and setting them on the table. He looks at them and looks back at you completely shocked.
"I'm pregnant."
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Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)
FanfictionY/N, a depressed drug addict is stuck in a toxic relationship with Spencer Reid. Until it starts to look up, but not for long 🚨🚨🚨WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VERY SENSITIVE MATERIAL. SUCH AS SEXUAL ASSAULT, PHYSICAL ALTERCATIONS, ABUSE, SUICIDE...