i hate you , i love you

26.

"i'm gonna kill that bitch." jj says, dragging you back inside. you didn't know if she meant seaver, strauss or both. whoever she meant, you felt the same way.
she drags you to the table, all eyes on the two of you.

"tell him what she did." jj says fuming. "she fired me hotch." you say quietly and watch him stand up,
going to find strauss. the rest of the team sits dumbfounded as you follow hotch and jj to strauss' table. "erin, we need to talk." hotch says shortly and you can tell he was pissed too. she excuses herself from the table and you all step outside.

"why did you fire one of the best agents on my team? for defending her boyfriend?" he asks. "she shouldn't display rude behavior to other agents, especially ones who aren't as problematic." she says and jj scoffs. "oh come on, just because seaver is a bitch who can't keep her hands to herself you fire y/n?"

"watch your mouth agent jareau, or you'll be next." strauss says. "please, you can't fire us both for no reason." jj says shrugging her shoulders.

"it's unethical to swear at your superiors agent jareau, i thought you were better than that." she says. "i thought you weren't dumb enough to feed into seaver's lies, but look at you now." she says crossing her arms.

"i won't have this at my gala, she is suspended and that's final." strauss says walking away. you'd never seen jj or hotch this pissed, you assumed the rest of the team was at the table just as pissed.

"well, let's enjoy my last night as an fbi agent." you say grabbing jj's hand and she pulls you into a hug. "strauss has taken two of my sisters from me, first elle and now you? what are we supposed to do?" she asks. you hug her back as tightly as you could without breaking her.

"well she didn't ban me from the building so, i'll probably just come and chill with penny in the batcave until i get my job back." you say and she nods, the three of you walking back inside.

"this party is officially dead" you say sitting back in your seat, taking in the members of your team. garcia had bloodshot eyes, most likely from crying. you could practically see the steam coming off of derek and rossi, emily too. but reid just looks, broken. like it was all his fault.

"so is it unethical if we just ditch this and go to waffle house?" emily asks. "cause i know i'm not the only one who doesn't want to be here anymore." she says and you all nod. "how are we gonna get there?" you ask, you had been driven here.

"well i could go seduce our limo driver into giving us the keys for a couple hours?" emily says, looking at hotch for permission, he nods and she gets up and tells you all to go outside, so you do. you get up and feel reid grab your hand, taking it into his. you lean
into his touch walking out with the rest of the team.

"i'm so sorry" you hear him whisper, squeezing your hand harder. "it's okay, it's not your fault." you say leaning in to kiss his lips. you all wait outside for a while before you hear emily run outside jingling the keys. "works like a charm!" she says. "now, which one of us is gonna drive this thing?"
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"no! god derek you're gonna kill all." garcia says sighing. "who decided to let him drive?" hotch asks, holding the bridge of his nose. "hey hey, this thing is hard to drive okay! now shut up so i can drive." derek yells, pushing the gas. you see rossi move his hands in a cross on his torso, silently praying.

after 20 minutes of yelling you finally made it to the waffle house, all getting out of the limo. you all looked a little out of place, in fancy ball gowns and suits. you took the time to admire spencer as you walked in.

"did i tell you you looked good tonight?" you ask and he shakes his head no. "you do, i always had a thing for men in suits." you say making him laugh. "is that so?" he asks, holding the door open for you. you nod, locking his forearm in yours. following the team to the biggest booth in the place.

as soon as you sit down, a waitress with a heavy southern accent comes up to you, asking for your orders. you were the only people in the restaurant, besides the staff so your food came fairly quickly. you all ate your waffles in comfortable silence, before garcia breaks it.

"so are you still gonna come visit?" she asks you. "of course pen, you aren't getting rid of me that easily." your answer seemed to satisfy her, as she nods and continued eating her food. once you finish, none of you really wanted to leave, but didnt know what to do.

suddenly hotch gets up from the table, and you hear him saying something to the waitress, before you hear the chords of a thousand years by christina perri ring through the building.

"our song" you and spencer say in unison. you look at each other before he extends his hand to you, you taking it. he leads you to the center of the restaurant and puts his hands on your hips, you adjusting yours around his neck. you sway to the beat, watching your coworker dance with each other. morgan was spinning garcia, while emily and jj swayed to the beat. you caught hotchs' eye and mouthed him a 'thank you' in which he nodded back. you turned your attention back to spencer to see him already staring at you. you raise your eyebrows, silently asking why he's staring at you. "you know i'm in love with you right" he asks and you nod.

"this isn't something i've felt before, i mean i've loved before sure, but this is different. i could spend every day for the rest of my life loving you and be content. i want to grow old and have little kids with you, i'm infatuated with you, the good, bad and ugly." he says and you feel the tears begin to prick at your eyes.

"i love you too, more than you'll ever know spencer reid." you say, removing one of your hands around his neck to wipe your tear. you knew that this was it for you. this was the man who was going to give you children, to marry you , to cherish you until you both are old and wrinkly. to love you for a thousand years.
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two weeks later and you were walking home from the gym, your new hobby now that you're unemployed. you saw a bundle of blond curls walking your way and hoped it wasn't who you thought it was.

"y/n, nice to see you." that annoying voice says, the one that got you fired. none other than ashley seaver. trashley as garcia called her. "can't say the same for you." you say, continuing at the brisk pace you were waking at. if she wanted to talk to you she was gonna have to break a sweat from it.

"can you slow down! im trying to talk to you." she says and you keep walking. "your legs and mouth can't operate at the same time?" you ask and she scoffs. "you know, i was gonna play nice with you, but screw you. watch your back agent." she says sourly before you hear her loud footsteps in the other direction. seaver wasn't gonna do anything, right?

A/N: not me uploading twice a day, who is she??? but this chapter was super fun to write, i love soft spence. anyways, until next time! xoxo!