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cm week ⇒ day 3: alternate universe

Elle never left the BAU, and soon Agent Prentiss is planted in the unit thanks to Chief Strauss. Elle is initially suspicious and tries to distance herself from Emily until Hotch assigns the two to work as partners. Eventually, Emily proves herself, and Elle decides that she might just be alright. 

*Requests are open*
Spencer Reid Imagine: I don’t even know who I am without you
Masterlist: x
Warnings: None
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Send me a prompt and tell me who you would like it with and i’ll do it!

You and Spencer had a friendship made to outlast eternity, it had taken only two years to create however, it would take many centuries to destroy. It started when you joined the B.A.U, Spencer was at first quiet around you, testing the waters a little with a couple jokes, but he was soon to realize, you, like him, were also oddly smart and could burst out unexpected, unimportant and unnecessary facts at the same pace he could, on occasion, even faster. It wasn’t long after that people were assuming you were fixed at the hip as you would never find Spencer without Y/n, Y/n, without Spencer. It was the perfect friendship. However, as soon as you had settled into the role of a best friend, things started to change; more importantly your feelings started to change. 

From the first day, you had had some strange crush on Spencer, I mean how could you possibly not? He had the cutest smile you had ever seen, and every single time you saw it you, yourself, would burst into an equally matching grin, especially when his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just that though, it was also his eyes, his mannerisms, his hair; honestly it was everything. But he wasn’t interested in you, you were his friend, and as much as you despised that fact, it was going to be one you needed to accept. Only recently, had this little crush manifest itself into something much more. 

Tonight was a rare occasion in which you had actually managed to get a night off, all of you had, and even though JJ had chosen Henry and Will over you all, and Hotch had rushed home to see Jack, you knew that you, Garcia, Morgan, Prentiss and Reid would have quite a night to remember. You and Prentiss, acting like teenagers (Well, you were only 22, you had an excuse), had decided to get ready together, you both wearing the fanciest clothes, yourself choosing a short black skirt with a print top, and Prentiss chooses something similar. You slipped on a black leather jacket and some black heels, red on the underside, a close shade to your top and before you knew it you were in a taxi on your way to a club Morgan himself picked out. When you walked in it took moments to find Garcia, at one of the tall tables, a drink in each hand for you and Emily, you were used to having eyes on you in a club, especially these ones, that had to a tendency to be full of sleezy guys, but something felt different about the way you were looking at tonight. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that it was Reid staring at you like that, not some random guy looking at you and undressing you with his eyes, this was Reid and he was looking at you differently, it was as if you were a piece of art, and he was noting every fine brush stoke used to create you. As you sat down with your drink, your eyes caught Morgan and Reid sliding through the people each with a drink. You realized then that Spencer was still gazing at you.

He must have been watching you from the moment you walked in, he even positioned himself when talking to Morgan so that he could stare just a little longer. As they walked over and you greeted each other, Reid just offered you a simple ‘hi’ before slinking in inches from your side almost pushing Garcia out of the way a little. Emily started to talk about this guy at the other side of the bar, catching Garcia’s and Morgan’s attention, however Spencer stayed fixated on you. He leaned over cautiously, unbeknownst to the others, as the flashing multi-coloured lights made it incredibly difficult to see subtle things like this.

“You look really pretty tonight, ” he whispered into your ear, the breath of his soft words hitting your cheek. Something felt different when he spoke, it wasn’t the normal way he would compliment you, this was a different Spencer.

“Thanks Spence” you spoke, smiling like a school girl, “It means a lot coming from you” that comment made him smile, and before he could summon another word Garcia leaned across and tapped your hand and signalled towards the bar. Slipping out, Garcia followed behind you, nudging you with her shoulder as you ordered the next round.

“What” you questioned, looking at the smirk on her face, you didn’t need to be a profiler to realise she was up to no good.

“You and Reid, I told you he likes you, he’s just not gonna show it until you give him a little push. Give him a reason to tell you, make him believe it’s now or never.” She saw Morgan walking over to help with the drinks, and knew this would be the optimal time. “Here, see him over there” she pointed to a guy gazing you up and down “Go flirt, watch Reid’s reaction.” she chuckled “Poke the wasps nest” making a prodding motion with her finger.

Slipping away from Garcia you slid down the bar until you were face to face with this stranger, you couldn’t lie he was attractive but he was nothing compared to Spence, Spence was special. After a few minutes of obvious flirting, positioned in direct line of the table the others were at so you could clearly see Spencer watching you with jealousy written across his features, you decided that you had played it up enough, making an excuse and slipping away back to the table; only to find Spencer gone

As you opened your mouth, all three of them looked towards the front door, Garcia giggling as she muttered “he was so jealous, he had to leave out the front” both Emily and Derek chuckled a little too as you made your way through the rest of the people and straight out the door to find a sulking Spencer playing with his watch. Before you could speak, Spencer noticed a figure stood him in front of him and beat you to the first word.

“Go away Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.

“And here it was me thinking I’d messed it up with my feelings for you” you beamed, watching as Spencer finally glanced your way, the colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.

The kiss was quick but needed, and as you pulled away, you glanced up to him and the most childish grin appeared on both of your faces, “What does this mean?” he whispered, pulling you out of his eyes and down to his lips where the words had developed from.

“I don’t know, what do you want it to mean” you grinned and watched him blush once more, “I think we should talk about this, do you wanna go somewhere to do that” , Spencer nodded at you intently, grabbing your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“My apartment is only a couple blocks from here, we can talk there if you like” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.like,” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.

“So, you kiss me at a club, then invite me back to your apartment Spence” you giggle as he begins to stammer.

“No, no, I-I, I don’t want to sleep with you, no, crap. I m-mean, I do, no, that’s not right , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, I don’t even know who I am without you, there isn’t a complete me without you by my side”

It was time for a blush to creep upon your face. “Let’s go” you whispered placing a kiss on his cheek.

Spencer Reid Imagine

Originally posted by knowles-morgan

Imagine Spencer calling you late at night after a case.

You: Hello??

Spencer: Its Spencer… I’m sorry if I woke you up but… Do you think you could come over here or I come over there??

You: Why?? What’s wrong??

Spencer: I just… I just don’t know… I can’t stop thinking about yesterday when you were almost killed… Everytime I close my eyes I just…

You: Give me ten minutes…

From Day One...Part 5

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4)


As you sat at the window watching the families embrace their loved ones below, you pulled your over-sized cardigan tighter across your body as the air conditioning kicked on above you.

Even though people only just started arriving, you knew Spencer was always one to arrive early.

You had convinced one of the attendants to let you use their phone, calling Spencer the day before and telling him to just leave a message with the front office if the team ended up getting called out for a case.

So when you woke up to no message, you had ended up getting yours hopes higher than you had wished.

You watched as the families mingled with their wives.  Their wives and their children and their husbands and their friends.  You watched mothers come and go, as well as food being eaten at tables as the rehabers talked mutedly about their experiences and how they felt about their progression towards getting better.

And there you sat, behind a window in a chair.

You couldn’t hold it against your team.  They were busy people, and it was easy to let slide someone whom you haven’t seen in a few weeks.

But it still didn’t keep it from hurting.

“You sure you don’t wanna go outside?” the nurse behind you asked.

It made you jump as her voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah.  I’m sure.  I enjoy the quiet anyhow.  No use walking among people I don’t know.”

“You know your friends.  From your group sessions?” the woman asked.

Bless her for trying.

“I’m just fine here,” you muse, leaning back and smiling as a sad smile crosses her face.

How you hated the pity that dripped from their eyes.

Sighing, you push yourself to your feet, shuffling with your fuzzy slippers out the door as you make your way down a darkened hallway.

You wanted somewhere quiet.

Somewhere quiet and dark, where you didn’t feel the freedom of sun-rays on your face or have to listen to the laughter of families down below you.

You just wanted to be alone.

Sticking your head in the abandoned rooms, you come to the entertainment room.  The one with the sound system, and a stage…

…and a piano.

Crossing the room as you sit with your back towards the door, you sit down onto the piano bench as you place your hands on the keys, your eyes closing as you allow a familiar tune to flow from the recesses of your mind and out through your fingers.

It had been so long since you had played, and it brought you joy that you still could.

As the tinkering of the notes fills the room, your fingers begin to fill in chords as luscious as the nighttime sky as your body pulsates to the rhythm of the song.  How you longed to be swept up in the notes, carried off to a place where your family was loving and their friends were babysitters and you had kept in touch with your best friend from high school and you hadn’t become a PTSD-headcase.

How you longed for a normal life.

But your emotional outburst of song, with tears heavily dripping down your face, was interrupted when the light in the room flickered itself on, temporarily blinding you as you threw your arms in front of your face.

You were ready to whirl around and curse the nurse behind you, until you were met with a familiar face.

In all actuality, it was a few familiar faces.

“I didn’t know you played piano,” Rossi smirks as you stand to your feet, your arms slowly sinking to your sides as your tear-stained face is exposed.

Exposed to your entire team.

The entire team…

…that was with you.

“That was beautiful, Y/L/N,” Morgan smiles as he steps in and to the side, “what song was it?”

“I believe it was Fur Elise, by Beethoven,” Spencer smiles as he walks in, followed swiftly by Hotch, J.J., and Penelope.

They were here.

Every single one of them.

“What?  Did you think we would forget!?” Penelope squeals as she shuffles towards you and embraces you in aithgt, long hug.

But the dumbfounded look that had etched onto your face told Aaron a different story.

“You thought we had forgotten about you,” he states as his face becomes stern.

“I-I-I…I uh…”

“Y/N,” Spencer soothes as he steps in, reaching for your hand as he holds it tightly within his, “we could never forget about you,” he whispers.

“Rossi’s been callin’ everyday for an update,” Morgan murmurs as he nods his head in the direction of David.

“Just wanna make sure she’s taken care of,” Rossi smiles.

“Oh!  I brought cake!” Garcia says as she opens up the massive purse by your side.

“You put the cake in your purse?” J.J. asks.

“I baked it and then put it in tupperware,” she smiles as she pulls out plastic tub after plastic tub, “thank you very much.”

“Got any forks in there, baby girl?” Derek smiles.

“But of course,” she hums, bringing out a bag of plastic-wear as Hotch begins pulling up chairs for everyone to sit in.

But your eyes continued to drip with tears as Spencer steps into your line of vision, encompassing your body as you lean into him and take a deep sniff of his cologne.

Oh, how you missed his cologne.

“We’re here.  We’re all right here,” he soothes quietly.

And it was then that you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and began to sob.

You sobbed for the family you had lost.

You sobbed for the kidnapping you had been privy to.

You sobbed for your flashbacks and the fear that had risen in your gut.

You even sobbed for the nightmares you knew that were to come after you left them place.

But most of all?  You sobbed in gratitude of all this team had given you.

Your team, your…your family…had given you.

But then, Spencer grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you out so that he could look you in your eyes.

“Ready for some cake?” he smiles.

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head as you snicker and wipe hastily at your face.

You felt Spencer’s hands cup your cheeks as his thumbs helped you clean your face up.

“There,” he smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and stepping off ot the side.

“Who wants a drink!?” Rossi calls as he pulls two glass bottles and a sleeve of red cups from a bag he was carrying at his side.

“Rossi!” you exclaim in a hushed whisper, “You can’t have that in a rehab facility!”

“Calm down, calm down.  It’s just sparkling grape juice,” he smiles as he begins unwrapping the foil from the tops of the bottles.

“Geez,” you giggle as you shake your head.

“There’s the Y/N I was lookin’ for!” Morgan exclaims as he walks up to you and hands you a red plastic cup full of the red bubbly liquid, “I’ve missed that smile, sweet stuff.”

“And I’ve missed yours as well,” you grin up at him.

And as Spencer takes your hand and leads you to a chair with Garcia promptly placing an open container full of cake in your lap, you and the team fall into a familiar rhythm of conversation, drinking grape juice from plastic cups and eating the freshly-baked cake.

But the one thing you couldn’t get out of your mind was the feel of Spencer’s arm up against yours, his chair pressed so close to you that the legs were entwined with one another.

And the closeness the two of you experienced didn’t go unnoticed by the team.

Matthew Gray Gubler follows Michael Weatherly on Twitter; Brian follows Kirsten; Michael follows Matthew and Paget on Twitter; Renee, Michael, Pauley, all follow Matthew; Wilmer follows Adam; Matthew took a pic with Pauley like it was no big deal; and Shemar of all people follows NCIS and Pauley on Twitter.

Originally posted by perpetuallrh

All the more reason to do a crossover.

Hair

Spencer Reid x Reader One Shot

Word Count: 925

Request prompt:  can i request one where the reader has incredibly long, soft hair and spencer *loves* it, and its basically fluff about all the crazy hairstyles he does and just him playing with her hair, maybe with smooches? O:

A/N: Here’s a lil thingy for ya beautiful anonymous requester! I was a little vague about the length of the hair so it could be a bit more inclusive to anyone reading. Hope that was okay! There a plenty of Spencer smooches in there to make up for it. Thank you for being the first to send in a request, lovey ( ˘ ³˘)♥


Summary: Spencer loves his girlfriend’s hair almost as much as he loves her. (Maybe a little more.)


Spencer!

You knew something was up when you woke from you nap with your boyfriend staring at you, trying (and failing) to hold back a laugh. He had that mischievous glint in his eyes that told you he did something he shouldn’t have but he refused to tell you what.

But when you walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, you knew exactly what had the BAU doctor in fits of laughter, earning him that sharp cry of his name.

While you were sleeping, Spencer managed to tie a bunch of mini ponytails all around your head. Sadly, this wasn’t the wackiest thing the young doctor had ever done to your hair.

“I must confess, this is the most attractive I’ve ever seen you,” he teased, leaning up against the bathroom door frame with a smug little grin on his face.

“Oh yeah?” you asked sarcastically. “How’s this for attractive?!” You rushed headfirst at an unsuspecting Spencer, whipping him with your hair.

He let out a surprised laugh, half-heartedly pushing you away. “Noooo! How could you use my own masterpiece against me!”

You grabbed onto the front of his shirt to hold him in place as you shook your head, tickling his nose. “How d'you like me now, boy genius?”

Your head-shaking came to a stop when Spencer used his large hands to cup both sides of your face. You scrunched up your nose, earning a small kiss to the top of it.

“I’m gonna get you back for this, just you wait,” you warned playfully, “I’m thinking maybe… a spiky faux hawk?”

The two of you did this often, fixing each other’s hair into wacky styles. More often than not, the styles Spencer chose were things you might’ve done to your hair on crazy hair day in elementary school. Silly spikes, millions of little ponytails, hair batted up to a height you had no idea your hair could reach… But he always graciously allowed you to return the favor and your possibilities were endless with that messy head of hair he had.

While Spencer having a weird hairdo was usually a retaliatory move on your end, your boyfriend genuinely enjoyed playing with your hair.

In fact, you were pretty sure he loved your hair more than he loved you. You jokingly told him that on multiple occasions.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Spencer chided, “and before you say it for the 63rd time, no, I do not love your hair more than I love you.” He tugged on one of your ponytails. “I love you a little bit more.”

“Just a little more?”

“I love all of you, silly. I love your forehead.” He placed a kiss on between your eyebrows. “I love your nose.” He kissed the tip. “Love your cheeks.” He pecked both of them. “Your lips.” He sealed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, before placing a trail of kiss down past your jawline. “Your neck…” His voice was soft and you felt him give you a feather-light kiss right at your pulse point.

You savored the sensation for a moment before pushing at his chest playfully. “Alright, Casanova, I get it, you like me for my body,” you said in jest. You wiggled out of his grip after giving him a quick kiss under his jaw, heading back to your room to look for your phone.

You had an entire album dedicated to the funky hairdo’s the two of you gave to each other. Your current lockscreen photo was a selfie of you and Spencer both sporting crazy hair, faces squished together mid-laugh.

You snapped a quick picture and looked up to see your boyfriend waiting for you in bed. He patted the space between his legs, gesturing for you to come over so he could undo your hair. You leapt onto the bed, head starting to ache a little from all the ties in your hair.

Spencer used a gentle hand to carefully pull the hair ties out, combing his fingers through your hair to smooth it down. When he was finished, you relaxed back into his chest, allowing him to wrap his long arms around your middle.

“Wanna read some more Steinbeck?” you asked, gesturing over to where your latest read was sitting on the bedside table.

You felt Spencer’s head shake against side of your head. “I think I’d prefer if we just sat here for a little bit. I like holding you like this.”

A smile threatened to take over your entire face. “The romance never ends with you, does it, Dr. Reid?” It seemed impossible, but your body relaxed even further onto Spencer’s. You could feel your heartbeats holding the same steady cadence.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spence.”

You felt one of Spencer’s hands move up towards the ends of your hair, just as it usually did. As he twirled a cluster of strands onto his finger, you couldn’t help but let another teasing comment leave your mouth.

“Even if you love my hair more than you love me.”

“Y/N!”

You curled into him, intertwining your fingers, placating him with a soft kiss to the cheek. As your breathing evened out and a comfortable silence filled the room, you gave him one last squeeze and the two of you basked in the feeling of happiness and warmth.


I hope you liked it! Any comments, likes, reblogs, and requests are very much appreciated. OMG ALSO thank you so much for the lovely feedback on my first story! I love you all