Awaken, Awoke - Spencer Reid
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  • Durasi 3h 21m
  • Membaca 124
  • Suara 6
  • Bagian 8
  • Durasi 3h 21m
Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Apr 11, 2021
"Valerie, what are you hiding from us?"
"I'm not hiding anything." 
"You're avoiding eye contact."
"Eye contact makes me uncomfortable."
"Your posture has changed, you're looking around you for possible exits, you're restless-"
"Val, just tell us."
"I can't."
"The most important thing on this team is trust. If we can't trust you and you don't trust us, then I'm sorry to say, but there's no point of you being here."
"Fine. The whole reason why I got my Ph.D. so easily and why I know so much about what happens after death is because I... I-I murdered my mom... Then I- I experimented on her body and dissected it, but I had to do it! It was the only way I could learn, you've got to understand!"

In which a charismatic, mysterious girl joins the BAU- saving lives is her passion, but at what cost?

TW: mentions of rape, abuse, torture, murder, and all those other jazzy things that come with a criminal minds fanfic.
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In a world that thrums with chaos and urgency, Spencer Reid had become a master at compartmentalization. Each day was filled with the intricate dance of case files and profiles, a steady march through the darkness of human tragedy. He was good at it; he always had been. Yet amidst the structured routine of his life in the BAU, he often found himself navigating the unseen edges of despair, where the weight of other people's suffering threatened to drown him. During these small, quiet moments of vulnerability, he sought something to cut through the fog, to remind him there was more to life than the relentless churn of his work. That's when Emory called. Her voice-warm and genuine-offered him a glimpse of a world beyond the grind of crime scenes and psychological profiles, a world filled with vibrancy and life. What began as a normal thing-texts and casual calls-transformed into something deeper. In both of their messy lives, where the burden of expectations and pain weighed heavily, they found solace in the beauty of a normal thing. Emory's gentle encouragement cut through his isolation, whispering that he didn't have to carry everything alone. In her presence, he discovered the permission to breathe, to be vulnerable, and to confront the weight of his struggles.