The Secrets We Keep [Spencer Reid x Reader 18+] || ✔️

The Secrets We Keep

TW: Emetophobia warning and violence

Vomiting in front of your team members was not something you planned on doing at midnight on a Thursday, now Friday. But here you were puking your guts out while JJ held your hair back. The stream had ended and Garcia couldn't track it no matter how hard she tried.

"Alright sweetie its okay. There you go. Can we get some water over here?" JJ had been rubbing your back and was now calling for someone to get you water.

As you finished emptying your stomach contents, Simmons graciously brought you some water. You thanked him and sipped it slowly.

"He is not my father. My father is at home with my mother. I don't know that man. He has to be lying to get under Spence's skin." You said quickly. You were trying to process everything that happened.

"Are you sure?" JJ asked still rubbing your back.

"Positive. She's been married to Cash Y/L/N for the past 29 years."

Your mother and father married about a month after she found out she was pregnant with you, but they had been dating for about a year prior. Your father claimed it wasn't a formality and instead knew from day one that your mother was 'the one'. But now you second guessed that story.

"I think I have to go see my mom." She lived about an hour away from headquarters. So you all piled into the SUVS and off you went back to the BAU.

....

You barely said your goodbyes as you got into Spencers car to head to your mothers. The hour drive giving you time to process what the fuck just happened and also what you were going to say to her. You weren't even sure if this unsub was telling the truth, but you needed to know. You had gathered the clean photos beforehand to give her a slight idea of why this was so important you needed to wake her up at 1 am.

You pulled into the driveway of your childhood home and shut off the engine before hopping out. You had a key but knew the alarm was on and didn't want to startle them more. You pulled out your phone and called her.

"Sweetie? Are you okay? It's 1am?" Your groggy mothers voice came through the other end of the phone.

"Yes and no. Can you come let me in. We have to talk. Now." This couldn't wait till morning. Spencer was running out of time. You hung up as you heard your mother come down the stairs and unlock the door. She was dressed in a robe, her hair in a ponytail on her head.

"Momma." You hugged her and as soon as she wrapped her arms around you, it all came crumbling down. You sobbed into her right there in the hall. She held you tight, rocking you and rubbing your hair.

"Oh sweetie. Shhhh. You're okay. C'mon, tell me whats the matter." She cooed in her best momma voice. That was what you loved the most about her. No matter how old you or your siblings got, she was always there to patch you guys up. Always. She claims that a mothers job doesn't end when their children turn 18. It's a forever thing. And right now you couldn't be more grateful for that philosophy.