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

Spencer Fucking Reid

"You need to get back here now."

The words rang in your ears. Three things could be happening: A) Spencers been found alive, B) They finally tracked down where Richie was hiding him or finally, C) He was dead. You silently prayed to all deities of the universe that it wasn't C. But at this point, you weren't sure.

"I'm an hour away, Derek." You muttered as chills ran down your spine. You kissed your mother and father before running out the door and hopping in the Audi.

"Just get here." And with that he hung up. You rushed to get to the Academy, adrenaline continuing to course through just as it had for the past three days.

Three days. You haven't fully slept fully in three days. And who knows when you'll get a full nights sleep again. Every time you close your fucking eyes, all you hear are the voices and the glass and... him.

You pulled off the exit for the BAU, making it in a record 45 minuets. Bless 2 am. You threw the car in park and once again, ran into the building. Just as you had hours prior when he called you. You grabbed the elevator, smashing the button for the 6th floor. It felt like forever before you were met with the famed glass doors. You ripped them open and then you heard it.

You heard his voice. The sound you'd be able to pick out in a crowded room. The sound of angels. Him.

You rushed forward, praying that it wasn't just another live feed. You ran into the round table room and there he had, Spencer Fucking Reid. His brown mop sitting tussled on his head, clearly needing to be washed. He was still in his jeans and sleep shirt from the night they took him.

You rubbed your eyes, Spencer's facts about how lack of sleep can cause hallucinations flooding your brain. But when you removed your hand, his brown mop was still there.

You tried to get a word out, but nothing came out. You felt like you were suffocating under the weight of the reality. You crumbled to your knees and sobbed. That caught everyones attention, including the love of your life who swiveled around in his chair to face the sudden noise.

You heard someone rush over to you and wrap themselves around you. It was Spencer. You flung yourself around him, squeezing him as if he would leave again. You sobbed into his shoulder, breathing in his dirty, but familiar, scent.

"Oh Spencer." Was all you could say as you grasped at him, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

"Yeah baby. It's me. I'm here." He rubbed your hair in a comforting manner, massaging your scalp as he held you. "Shh. I'm here."

You pulled back, cupping his face with your hands, running the pads of your thumbs over his cheeks to brush away his tears that started to fall. You pulled him in for a kiss. A long, passionate kiss. You didn't a single fuck that the entire BAU was standing there watching you. Spencer was here. He was right in front of you.

But then reality of the situation set in and once again you were left feeling like you couldn't breath.