Dreams can't die (Spencer Reid Love Story)
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  • Reads 1,736
  • Votes 41
  • Parts 4
  • Time 26m
Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2016
Mature
Spencer Reid has been with the BAU for almost 7 years now. he has come to know his team as the family he never really had and come face to face with some of his most darkest clouds. Spencer, the guy that is like nothing more then their little brother has a secret, one the team never would have guessed. And one that he has kept for many years. But what will happen when this secret that Spencer calls his 'dream' is seen by them all? What will happen the team find out that everything they thought they knew about their little brother was wrong?
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48 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.