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

A Vipers Bite

This is a slight rewrite of 4x9 but with the season 15 team. I wrote it from the sassiness that y/n and Tara put off, which you'll get what I mean when you get there. Not much happens but I have to set up the next chapter so bear with me my loves.

The sun peeping through your blinds indicated another sleepless night. Another night curled up in your bed with tears steadily falling. Another night alone. Of course, you knew it was your own fault. You're the one who walked but it didn't mean it hurt any less. In fact, the pain was just about unboreable. But two weeks had passed and now it was time to get back to work. Emily gave you the time to heal, but now you were expected to shove your feeling aside and catch a murder.

You pulled yourself up, running your hands over your face as you sat the end of your bed. You sighed as you got to your feet and shuffled to your bathroom, turning the shower on and stripping your pajamas. You stepped in, the near boiling water relaxing your muscles. You stood there, tears falling and mixing with the stream of water.

You washed your hair and body before rinsing and getting out. The person in the mirror didn't look like you. She was tired, eyes sunken in from the severe lack of sleep, and red from the continuous stream of tears. But you did your best to push it aside and got ready. You picked out a black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans. You dug out a pair of black thigh boots. And went on your way.

Spencer was back so you had to give the audi back. You grabbed your keys and hopped into your car and headed to Quantico. You threw on some jams and tried to push the impending day out of your head. It would be the first day in two weeks you'd seen Spencer. He'd called you more than a hundred times, leaving voice mails about how sorry he was. But sorry didn't change anything. No matter how bad you wanted it too.

You pulled into Quantico, parking in your spot, right next to him. But luckily he wasn't in his car. You hopped out, slamming to door before heading inside. They checked your bag, and badge and sent you on your way. The closer you got to the elevator, the more your heart raced.

And raced

And raced

By the time you stepped off the elevator on the sixth floor, you felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. If truth be told, you hadn't spoken to anyone in two weeks. Not since you walked out on Spencer. Morgan picked up the car and you didn't even go out to say anything to him.

You stood at the glass doors and took a long, deep breath. Then, you opened them and walked inside. It felt like all eyes fell on you, even if they didn't, it felt like it. So, you kept your head down and just walked to your desk. You put your stuff down and took a seat, picking up your head for the first time and looking around.

Your entire team was looking at you, waiting for you to say anything, afraid if they said anything they would set you off. Like you were made of glass. You hated when people looked at you like that.