Shit. The woman gripped the railings tighter, the voice cutting through the breeze and making her jump slightly. She regained her balance quickly, the cold metal feeling like it was burning her hands, she was gripping it so tightly.
She was no longer alone. That was definitely going to make this harder than it already was.
Maybe if she ignored him, he’d just get bored and go away? Or maybe if she asked him politely he’d leave? People didn’t want to involve themselves with this right? Like, who really wanted to watch a 29 year old girl plunge to their death?
Although given what she’d read on the Internet, there were a fair few sickos out there who would have.
She knew she should have gone for the pills instead. Or the razor. But that would have meant checking back into a hotel room and she’d be discovered pretty quickly. That was something she didn’t want. The river below looked fairly fast moving, and her hope was that she’d be swept away and that it would take a few days for her body to be recovered and matched up with the suitcase she was leaving behind.
She should have waited until later in the evening. It had seemed quiet, and she’d been stood here for the last two hours and he was only the second person that had come this way. The first had barely given her a glance, despite the crying. But then again, she had been on the other side of the railings at that point.
Oh why was this so hard?
“Um….. My name’s Spencer Reid. Listen…. Is there someone I can call? Someone who you need to talk to? You don’t have to do this.”
She glanced over to where the voice was coming from, seeing a tall gangly man with messy hair, a dirty brown colour. He was wrapped in a dark coat, an aubergine coloured scarf around his neck, the ends blowing in the wind. Looking back to the water and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She started to lean forward again slightly, the way she had been for the last twenty minutes. Hearing a rush, she looked back up. The man had suddenly bolted towards her and was now only a few feet away.
“Don’t come any closer. Please,” she managed to choke out, sure that the wind would swallow her words whole.
“I won’t…. I promise. Just… Let’s talk okay. What’s your name? I’m Spencer,” he held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, as if to prove that he wasn’t going to move. His hair was longer than the average males and she could see him fighting to keep it out of his face, the same way she was.
“I don’t want to talk. Just…. Leave me alone. Please!”
“I can’t do that now…. I’m sorry but I’m here now. I can’t walk away. I’m involved.”
“You’re not involved at all. Just leave. Please. Pretend you were never here.”
Spencer rubbed his hands together, blowing on them to keep them warm. It was freezing out tonight. She could barely feel her fingers now, and her legs and feet were starting to feel numb too, the wind whipping through the thin material of her tights.
“I can’t pretend. I am here. And I’m not going to leave. Please just come over the railing. We can talk. We don’t have to go anywhere away from here. We don’t have to even talk about what ever it is that’s made you feel that jumping is the only way out….. We can talk about…. books or films, or colours. Or where you’re from. You’re British right?”
No shit…. She shook her head trying to shake the hair out of her eyes again.
“What good will talking about any of that do? Please just piss off and leave me alone.”
“You’re wearing a lot of purple and lilac, so I bet that’s your favourite colour right? Mine too. See…,” he tugged on the ends of his scarf. “Purple…. And the bag down there. Is that a Cheshire cat keyring attached to it? I’m guessing you’re an Alice fan?”
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
‘I don’t much care where -’ said Alice.
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
’- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.”
The man read the quote verbatim without even seeming to need to think about it.
But she could quote that book too, and one line in particular seemed very fitting right now.
“If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.” She raised an eyebrows at him hoping he’d get the hint.
“So you are a fan then? You know the Dodo in the book is actually based on Lewis Carroll himself… Due to his stammer he used to introduce himself as 'Do-do-Dodgson….His stutter actually prevented him from his original career choice which was to become a priest, so he ended up becoming a mathematician and author instead.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t get the hint then?“ she stared at the man in wonderment.
“Oh I got your hint. But I’m not leaving….And I’m really hoping you’re not still planning on jumping because that water looks cold and I really wasn’t planning on getting wet tonight… Well, aside from a nice hot bath which I could really do with now. I’m freezing. And your lips are starting to turn blue,” he talked fast, his sentences streaming into each other.
“Why on earth would you have to get wet?” she was become frustrated now.
“Well if you jump, I kinda have to jump in afterwards and save you.”
“But I don’t want saving, that’s the point” she spoke through gritted teeth.
“And I don’t really want to plunge into a freezing cold river either, but it looks like neither of us will get the ending we wanted. You jump, I jump.” He inched closer and she looked at him sharply. He stopped, if he reached out now, he could touch her.
“Are we in a James Cameron movie or something? Look I really don’t need a Jack Dawson coming to save me. I’m not some poor little rich girl being forced into a marriage of convenience and last I checked, we weren’t aboard a doomed ship.” This was starting to get ridiculous now.
“Titanic right? I can quote that too.”
For some reason, that didn’t surprise her. He moved forward again, oh so slightly.
“Just stay back okay. I’ll let go, I swear it.”
“No you won’t. You would have done it by now.” He grinned, “Told you I could quote it.”
What….. Just what? Why was this happening to her
The grin faded as quickly as it had appeared as he tried again. “Please…. Just, come back over the railing. We could do this all night. I’m not going anywhere and I’m fairly certain you won’t jump with me here, because you’re not the sort of person who would jeopardise someone else’s safety for her own wants.”
“How do you even know what type of person I am? You don’t know me!” she scowled at him.
“You’re right. I don’t know you as a person, I don’t know exactly what is going through your mind right now. I wish I did. I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be okay and I wish I could take away whatever pain you’re experiencing that has made you think that you have no other way out. Can we please stop pretending that you’re actually going to go through with this though. We both know you won’t, not with me here. Come back over, let’s go and get a coffee and talk. It might help. At the end of it, we’ll go our separate ways again and you’ll be free to come back here if that’s what you still want to do.” He seemed to be getting desperate and she realised that he had a point. She wasn’t going to jump with him here. She wanted to do this alone and she would do this alone. And he didn’t seem willing to go anywhere. She could have a coffee with him, and then come back later. Yes, that’s what she’d do.
“Okay. Fine. Have it your way. But I’m coming back later. And you better not follow me.” She turned around carefully, struggling to hold on with now numb fingers.
Spencer moved closer ready to offer assistance, his hand reaching out and gripping the top of her shoulder as she carefully swung her leg back over.
Safely on the other side, she stood, smoothing down her dress and rubbing her hands together trying to get some feeling back into them, before bending and pulling her heels back on.
The man suddenly lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her in a hug ignoring the startled look on her face. She patted his back awkwardly, thinking how quickly the night gone off track.
Pulling away he had a sheepish expression on his face. “Sorry,” he apologised. “I just had a really awful day at work yesterday and if you’d have jumped, you’d have pretty much killed my year. I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”
“Yeah you said. Three times now.”
He looked at her expectantly.
Fine. “I’m Seph.”
“Steph?” she’d expected that. It always happened.
“Oh! As in Queen of the Underworld right. Daughter of Zeus and Demeter.” Not a question, but stated as a fact.
“Okay… So…. Erm, well….”
“You mentioned coffee?” Seph wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible so she could get back to her plan.
“Yes! Coffee! Okay. Let’s go get some coffee then,” he reached down for her suitcase and Seph picked her handbag up.
“Which way then, Spencer Reid?”
“Erm…. Well. I only live like two blocks from here? Would it be weird for you if we went there…. There’s not that many coffee shops open right now. I swear I’m not a serial killer.”
Persephone laughed at the last part. “Considering the aim of this evening was for me to wind up dead, I really wouldn’t care if you were. Lead the way.”
A peculiar look crossed his face as he processed her words and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth before turning and dragging the suitcase away.
“It’s this way Persephone.”
“Seph,” she corrected him, seeing him walking away.
“I like Persephone.”
Seph hurried after him, “Well it’s not your name.”
“You realise you had the perfect opportunity then, to turn around and jump.”
Request: “25,35,44,67 for the writing prompts!” (see it here)
I have to mention that in this one I only used 25 and 44. To be continued with 35 and 67. :D
Summary: Spencer is beaten up while trying to be the tough guy and protect Reader from a dangerous situation.
The cool breeze enchanted my skin while I was walking home from work. It was a short walk from the office to my small apartment, but I enjoyed every second of it. I was with nothing but my thoughts so I had the chance to think about stuff that’s happening in my life.
When I turned left onto a small street, I heard a strange noise. I turned around to see what’s behind me. It was nothing but dead leaves falling from the trees, yet I can swear I felt a presence.
I got home, changed into my casual clothes and lay on the couch, hugging my knees. A few moments later, I heard my phone ringing. It was my boyfriend, Spencer. He’s an FBI agent, working for the BAU and he is also all that I could ask for. Handsome, caring and funny. Ok, maybe he’s a little too caring sometimes but I can totally understand that.
“Hey, babe” I answered.
“Hm, I love it when you call me like that.” he grinned. “What’s up?”
“Oh, I just got home. I’m so tired” I yawned.
“Then get some sleep, baby. I just finished the case and I shall be home by tomorrow morning.”
“That’s good. Uhm, babe…” I started.
“Well, I shouldn’t tell you this because it’s not so important, but… when I got home… I felt this weird presence. I know it’s nothing, but it just felt so… odd, like somebody was following me.” I babbled.
“Following you? Are you sure about that? (Y/N), I think it was just your imagination.” He sounded slightly amused. “Maybe you heard some dead leaves?”
“Whaat? Hey! I swear, I’m not crazy!!!” I protested.
“I didn’t say you were. Come on now, go to sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow.” he concluded and after two “good night, I love you” he hung up.
Days and nights passed by and I tried not to think of what happened that night. I guess Spencer was right and it was just my mind, playing games. It was a quiet twilight and I had to meet Spencer to go on a classic date, ice cream and a walk. I called him and he was near my apartment so I decided to dress up and go outside to greet him. I put on my walking shoes and I got outside.
While I waited for him outside, I started to feel again that damned sensation of someone being near me and that someone not being Spencer. My heart started beating so fast and my brain was filled with horrific thoughts.
I looked around to search for a familiar face, but the street empty.
“Hey there, beautiful” I heard a voice.
I turned to look into that direction and there was this guy. He was not massive, yet he was fit. He was not a homeless man because he didn’t look like one, but I still lost it when I saw him getting so close to me.
I took some steps back until I hit a street light. His face was now inches from mine and I simply froze. I know that Spencer must be here any minute now, just wait and see, you loser. I must not mention anything about him. I just have to wait. He will be here.
“I’ve been watching you for a few weeks now” he muttered.
“Son of a bitch!” I spitted. “Who are you? What do you want?” I sniffed, holding my tears as long as I could.
“As if it isn’t obvious” he sneered.
“I can scream” I threatened him.
“No, you can’t if you’re unconscious” he laughed and my eyes were filled with terror.
I closed my eyes, waiting for whatever he wanted to do next. But then I heard a scream and a muffled cry and I knew he was here, yet I couldn’t open my eyes. It wasn’t until I heard a gunshot that I realized I had to react. I opened my eyes and saw a beaten up Spencer and a repugnant, shot-in-the-leg, piece of shit.
We called an ambulance which came pretty quickly. They picked up the shot man and the paramedic said that another ambulance is on its way to consult him as well.
“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t need one.” he declined her politely.
“Spencer” I ordered. “You need to see a doctor.”
“No I don’t. I’m fine, really.”
I looked again at him. He put his life in danger for me and I can’t ever thank him enough. I stood on my toes and I kissed him softly so I won’t hurt him, but thanking God for bringing him into my life.
Request: continuation of an old request. Request here - asks are open!
Warnings: none; not edited
Anon asked: Hello ! I love your writing, you are amazing ❤ I heard somewhere that MGG likes London.. So.. Can you write story about Spencer and reader where reader is living in London and came to USA to help BAU.. Spencer fell in love with reader and will go to the London with her (like for holidays).. Thank you 😍
Here is the loong awaited part two. Small time skip from Part One.
His phone buzzed again, earning him more annoyed glances from his teammates.
“Just turn it off, Reid,” Morgan said, sitting across from the genius.
“Let’s focus and finish the briefing,” Hotch said sternly, motioning for JJ to continue.
“Marcus Davis, the most recent victim said he knew the unsub,” she said.
“He survived?” Spencer asked, flipping through his folder.
“Only long enough to say that he knew the guy. Before he could say who it was, he was gone. The damage to his lungs made it hard for him to speak,” she replied.
“Must’ve been a pretty hot fire,” Reid began. “In addition to the chemical irritants found in smoke including sulfur dioxide, ammonia, hydrogen chloride, and chlorine, high temperature in smoke can cause thermal damage to the lungs and airways.”
“Of course it was hot, it was a fire,” Morgan told him with a smirk.
Spencer’s phone buzzed another time, making his team members groan.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, attempting to turn off the noisy ringer.
“What does she keep messaging you about anyways?” Prentiss asked.
“She’s boarding her flight,” he said, reading off the texts you had sent him, letting him know that you would be in Quantico in approximately eight hours. Too bad he couldn’t reply to let you know that he was on the jet headed to Baltimore for an arsenic case. You were probably turning your phone off.
“You mean to tell me she decided to travel 5,000 miles just to see you?” Morgan asked.
“And doesn’t she have a job?” Prentiss chimed in.
“She’s actually on vacation time right now, and she’s only traveling 3,690 miles to see me,” Spencer said, sipping his coffee cup. This comment made Derek roll his eyes with a chuckle.
“Man, Pretty Boy, I’ve gotta say I’m impressed you guys have stayed in touch for three months with the distance,” he commented.
“When it’s right, it works,” Rossi said, looking out the window.
“Y/N is definitely right,” Spencer said, mostly to himself. He was smitten, and it wasn’t exactly his first long distance relationship, so it felt easy for him. Plus you and him talked every day.
It was most certainly right.
“Brody Masterson,” Penelope read off her screen. “His criminal record is lengthy. He has arrests as early as twelve years old, the biggest one for- ew. Molesting his little sister when he was sixteen. Before that, it was mostly stealing from convenient stores and- oh dear god,” she stopped.
“For what?” Hotch asked.
“Setting his animals on fire. Then at twenty, he set his stepmom’s car on fire,” she said sadly, mainly thinking about the poor animals.
“Address?” Morgan asked.
“232 Walnut Street.”
“Thanks baby girl,” he said before hanging up. “We got him,” Derek said confidently, following Hotch and Rossi out the door.
After they left, Spencer continued to study the map, retracing the lines of Brody’s comfort zone. While he was marking 232 Walnut Street with a star, his phone began to ring. He looked down to see your caller ID.
“Hey,” he said after hitting answer.
“Case?” you asked. You were only slightly disappointed he wasn’t at the airport to pick you up. But his job was far too important to worry about it.
“Baltimore. We have an identity on the unsub, so it probably won’t be too much longer,” he replied.
“Look at you, saving lives,” you told him with a smile.
“Just doing my job,” he replied. “I guess you could say I’m an expert.”
“Oh quit gloating and get back to work. I’m going to catch a cab and head to have dinner. Call me when you get back, yeah?” you said.
“Of course,” he said, hanging up the phone.
Three and a half hours later, Brody was caught and the team was on the flight back to Quantico. As soon as they touched down, Spencer pulled out his cell and dialed your number.
“Hello?” you said, your accent making him smile.
“Where are you?” he asked, walking into the bullpen. But his question was answered before he was able to speak. You were sitting at his desk, legs crossed in front of you and you were facing the door, signalling you had been waiting for him.
“One miss Penelope Garcia let me in,” you said, hanging up your phone. Spencer smiled and made his way over to you, pulling you out of his chair and hugging you tightly.
“She didn’t want to wait outside your house alone. She decided to surprise you, so I’m an accessory to this surprise. Surprise,” Garcia said, walking up to you two with a giant grin, clearly very proud of herself.
“Welcome back,” Prentiss said to you.
“Likewise. Heard you were in Baltimore,” you replied, giving her a small hug. Despite the fact that you were currently dating Spencer, you managed to stay close to the entire team since the case you helped them on.
You talked to everyone in the BAU a lot, emailing and skyping whenever possible (Spencer the most, obviously). The conversations between you and each team member varied: Garcia would talk to you about fashion and ask for you opinion on shoes, JJ would go on about Henry who you asked about a lot, Morgan would usually give you a hard time about Reid, Prentiss would talk to you about Sergio since she knew you had a cat back at home, Hotch would ask you about your bosses at MI6, and Rossi would give you recipes on the ‘finest’ Italian cuisines (more like thirty different ways to master spaghetti).
“Y/N, good to see you again,” Hotch said, a warm smile settling on his face. Something passed between the two of you, a nonvocal agreement, and Spencer noticed but didn’t say anything.
“Well, I should get going. Come see me while you’re hear. Henry would love to meet you,” JJ said while giving you a hug.
“Of Course,” you told her.
The rest of the team gathered their things and headed out one by one, all too tired to continue for the night, leaving you and Spencer in the bullpen alone.
“So, Mr. Expert, tell me a bit about the case,” you said as Spencer cleaned up his desk.
“What’s up with you and Hotch?” he asked suddenly, not looking at you.
“Excuse me?” you asked, not really understanding his question. There wasn’t anything ‘going on’ with you and anyone other than Spencer.
“I’m a profiler, Y/N. I know a ‘look’ when I see one,” he said, curling his fingers at the word ‘look’ in quotation.
“Okay, so I guess I’m just going to have to tell you this now,” you started. You were going to wait for Hotch’s approval before you told anyone - the news was on need-to-know basis.
“Tell me what?” Spencer asked, looking at you finally.
“Strauss contacted me after our case together. She offered me a job,” you told him.
His shock was evident as he opened his mouth and widened his eyes. “Here? At the BAU?” he asked.
“Well, yes. She thinks I would make a great addition to the team,” you finished, still unable to fathom the fact that she was interested. Sure, you were good at your job, but being asked to join the FBI was something totally new for you and also really, really exciting. You had been contacted a couple weeks ago directly by Strauss and you told her you’d think about it, mainly wanting to ask Spencer his opinion. Hotch had tried to persuade you that it was a good decision to come here, and that’s why you shared a ‘look’. You were silently telling him that you were still thinking about it and not to say anything. But stubborn as always, Spencer’s nosiness made it hard to stay silent about it any longer.
“What did you tell her?” he asked, the shocked expression on his face not moving.
“That I had to think about it. I really wanted to ask you what you think,” you said, looking at him. You honestly didn’t know what he was going to say or what you truly wanted to do.
“You were waiting for my opinion?” he asked, furrowing his brows. You nodded, wondering why he was so surprised. “Well, I wouldn’t mind working with you. The proximity would be great, but honestly, I don’t think my thoughts should persuade you. Of course I would love to be closer to you and get to see you every day, but-” he said, stopping himself.
“I’ve been with MI6 for almost ten years. But over the last two months, I gained all of you as friends and it made me wonder what it would be like if I did change my course. I’m torn,” you admitted, running your hands over your arms, a chill running through your body. On one hand, you loved the thought of being closer to Spencer and part of this team, but on the other hand, you had many other good friends at MI6, and your family was still in London.
Spencer reached out and pulled you to him, hugging you close. “You obviously don’t have to make a decision yet. How about we not think about it and head to my place for a bath?” he asked suggestively.
“That sounds quite intriguing,” you replied with a smile. You leaned your head up to press your lips to his, hugging him close as well.
“I’m just glad nothing is actually going on between you and Hotch,” he said, pulling away and picking up his bag before grabbing your hand and leading you to the door. “That would have been really awkward.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him.
“What can I say? I have a think for authority figures.” you said with a wink.