She's worked with two notorious killers for years, but now she's in an interrogation room while the team at the BAU try to grill information out of her. Where are they? Why did you do it? Why do you kill like that? Why do you spend so long with your victims and most importantly - why were you so easy to find? Spencer's on the other side of the mirror, observing her body language. She doesn't flinch, her eyes don't twitch or move from the desk but she's trying to hide one thing - her index finger rapidly tapping against her thigh. It doesn't take a genius to see her brows furrow a fraction of an inch when she says one sentence. "They are my family." She's a liar. A thief. A murderer. But shes innocent. And they just gave her a job. ••••• On the cover, it says 'Spencerreidsgirlf'. It was my old username which I can't be arsed to change because I like the cover, and I think it's getting my fanfic attention so...enjoy!

❝layla realized she cared for the dorky brunette agent once it was too late❞ in which agent layla ramsi doesn't realize how much she really likes agent spencer reid until he's gone prewritten starts in s2 e14 completed cover by me

|❝ i loved you 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, more than the air that i breathe ❞| - - - - - 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Aaron discovers his wife tangled up in the sheets with another man. During a pre-planned night with the boys, he finds himself wanting to distract himself from the image of his wife with someone else - which was still fresh in his mind. With alcohol and low inhibitions coupled with Morgan and Rossi continuously egging him on, it certainly wasn't fate that brought them together. But it was fate that kept them from being apart. - - - - - 𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨 © 2020

••• 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚. a mythical drink that makes the drinker taste what their heart most desires. After one sip, Aaron would come to find that for him, it was the sweet honey he had tasted on her lips just moments before. ••• ❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 ❞ - 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘪 ••• 𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨 © 2020

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss

"You know, caffeine is still an addiction, Dr. Reid." "If you're basing that on the quantity of coffee I consume, then you have an addiction to pasta, Dr. Hawthe." ~~~~~~ "Have you seen the way he looks at her? I've never seen him gaze at someone like that." "What, like he's about to jump her? Rossi, I've never even seen him look at a woman in general without getting red in the face." Emily shook her head. "Morgan, give him some credit; no one has ever paid as much attention to him as Natalia does." "Its true." Rossi chuckled. "Still, in all the years I've known her, I've never seen her ready to pounce someone like that either." ~~~~~ "Spencer?" Spencer's breath caught in his throat, every muscle in his upper body tensing in an attempt to stop himself from throwing her against the nearest wall. "Yeah..?" Natalia's heterochromatic eyes raked over him, and she let out a breathe. "We both know exactly what we want...why do you keep running from me?" The man nearly whined. He barely contained himself as it was; he couldn't breathe, couldn't think around her. "Because girls like you don't fall for guys like me." "...Says who?" -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- # 1 in criminalminds 3/26/2020 # 1 in fbi 4/16/2020 # 1 in reid 4/16/2020 # 1 in spencerreid 4/16/2020 -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- DISCONTINUED DUE TO THE AUTHOR GETTING TIRED OF SEEING CRISTISM AND NEGATIVITY IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. NO LONGER PASSIONATE ENOUGH TO UPDATE BECAUSE EVEN WHEN SHE DOES, SHE CANNOT MAGICALLY PLEASE EVERYONE. PLEASE ENJOY WHAT IS HERE IF YOU LIKE IT, I REALLY DID APPRECIATE EVERYONE WHO DID ENJOY IT AND IT WAS MADE FOR FOLKS LIKE YOU. HOWEVER, IF YOU DONT LIKE SOMETHING UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL WORK NOR IS IT YOUR FIC AND THUS ITS LITERALLY JUST NOT MEANT FOR YOU. TAKE YOUR NEGATIVITY AND MOVE ON TO A DIFFERENT FIC.

Spencer Reid is an agent in the FBI he works with a team in the BAU. His job takes up a lot of his time, and it's dangerous. Not only for him but the people closest to him. And he's about to add another person. His girlfriend.

Mia Walhberg is trying to call her twin brother who is currently away at college. Her mom tells her he got a new number but when she tries to call it, she dials it wrong. Who she actually calls is Dr. Spencer Reid. Meanwhile, Morgan is having a prank war with Reid and when he gets a phone call he thinks it's a prank and starts yelling at her. Little does he know he'll be saving her life... "Son of a bitch! Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. I actually can come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother-" "Sorry. Wrong number." (This book is based off of one of my favorite Criminal Minds episodes S7:E4) I DON'T OWN CRIMINAL MINDS!

I drop my phone on the couch and slide off my shoes. Spencer comes in holding my purse. "Where do you want this?" I point to the coffee table, he walks over and gently places it down. I walk over to him, standing closer to him than I would if I was sober. "Are you going to be alright if I leave? I don't mind staying if you want me to." I stare in his eyes, keeping me from saying anything. I put my index fingers through his front belt loops and pull him against me. "Woah, what're you-" I stand on the tip of my foot, and pull at his collar, lowering his lips. I kiss him, not in any way worrying about the consequences. I smile when he kisses back, and pull him onto the couch. I run my hands through his hair and I lay on my back, pulling him on top of me.

"What do you do when you rush out of here, anyway?" "I wish that I could tell you."