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“Coulson, I’d like you to meet my friends and colleagues,” you introduced, “SSA Hotcher, Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

The man nodded, not offering to shake anyone’s hand. Hotchner was eyeing Coulson with suspicion. Knowing you’d have to explain, you let out a slow breath.

“Has Agent Hill briefed you?” Coulson asked.
You nodded while seeing the confusion on the BAU team’s faces.
“Agent Coulson is a part of SHIELD, which means this case is actually a lot crazier than we could have anticipated.”
Coulson nodded. “Agent Y/N has been-”
“Wait…agent?” Morgan asked with an arched brow, “Not SSA?”
You lowered your gaze.
“You work for SHIELD,” JJ surmised.

You saw Hotch’s jaw clench as you nodded. You went to speak but Coulson beat you to it.

“As I was saying, Agent Y/N was ordered to be undercover in the FBI,” he explained, “If it’s any consolation, they never reported on you other than to say you’re their family.”

You saw JJ’s, Rossi’s, and Prentiss’s expressions soften. You held back a sigh. You had a lot of explaining to do later.

“Now. Shall we?” Coulson piped up.

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The Diary

“What’s this?” you hear from behind you as Reid continues to go through the boxes you were currently unpacking. Moving in together had been an important and exciting decision after months of dating. So there you were, joining your lives together even more and making Reid’s apartment look like the home you had always imagined it would be. Turning around at his question, your eyes widen and you rush to where he’s standing, reaching for the object in his hands but the genius moved faster and put it behind his back, a smile growing on his face.

“Reid, give me that.” you warned as you tried to get the green, small, leathered book you didn’t hide properly. Your boyfriend, however, had other ideas. His back turned and he opens the journal, giggling immediately.

“Dear diary,” he reads. “we saved 6 lives today. Garcia wanted to celebrate so her, me, Morgan, Reid and Prentiss went out. A drunk Garcia is something I’ll never get tired of seeing, even when she pukes on Morgan’s shoes.” the memory elicits a laugh from the young man as he flips through the next pages.

“Reid, I’m serious. Give me that.” he was standing in the front of the room now, avoiding your protests and chuckling as he kept reading.

“November 9th, Rossi had the team over for dinner and taught me some new recipes. He doesn’t know that when he left me alone in the kitchen I almost set the house on fire, but I’m working on my skills.”

“If you don’t give me that I’ll set this house on fire, I’m not kidding.” your face had softened now, the anger slowly slipping out of you and embarrassment replacing it. He was going back and forth with the book and you had given up now, even joining him in laughter as he recounted many of your adventures and happiest moments.

“March 10th. I met someone.” Oh no. Your body froze and you sat up from your place on the couch, heading towards your boyfriend again but his height proved to be your disadvantage once more as he held the book high above you and continued reading. “This was the day you joined the team.”

“Spence, please.” he had wrapped his free arm around your waist while you still tried to get your book back.

“I met seven people, actually. I joined the BAU today and I don’t think I’ve ever been this frightened. The team leader, Agent Hotchner seems intimidating and extremely private, but when he smiles he seems like a warm presence to be around. I’ve been a fan of David Rossi for the longest time and getting to work with him sounds exciting. Agent Jareau is as pretty in real life as she is on television and Agent Prentiss exudes safety, like you know you’re in good hands with her. Agent Morgan is a flirt, I was a little surprised at his instant friendliness but it was a good surprise. The tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, is by far the coolest person I’ve ever met. I need to talk to her more. And then… there’s him.”

Reid turned to you with your favorite kind of smile of his. It was small, a faint movement of lips easily dismissed by anyone who wasn’t really looking, but carried with emotion in his eyes. You could swear someone had put the stars in them whenever you looked into them.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, hates handshakes and stares a little too long at people (or maybe that was just my imagination). He talks a lot and though the team drifted off into other tasks while so, I couldn’t help but listen to every word coming out of his lips. He has the kind of voice you just can’t stop listening to. Besides his impressive IQ, his doctorates and other skills, he’s incredibly handsome, the kind of handsome that leaves you speechless. I know I was. There’s something really special about him, not his looks or his intellectual, but something that draws you with force. He feels familiar, like I’ve known him all my life. He feels like home.”

Expecting another set of laughs from Reid, you were surprised to find him in silence, going through your words once more until his eyes fell back on you. There it was, the look on his face. Love. The look that made you feel like the luckiest person in the whole wide world. He pulled you in and crashed his lips into yours in a gentle yet passionate manner. It was like that with Reid, even the simplest and smallest moments and gestures were filled with an incredible amount of meaning and passion.

“I can’t believe you thought that of me when you first met me,” he mumbled with a smile. “Most people think I’m weird and not worth a second thought.”

You shook your head. “I think I just knew. I knew that someday, not too long from that moment… I knew you’d become my world. You’ve remained as such ever since.”

After a couple of minutes in each other’s embrace and a few more kisses, you went back to unpacking your boxes, but not before hearing Reid chuckling and sitting back down.

“August 6th, Reid and I had sex in Rossi’s office — oh I am definitely reading this one.”


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“So, I might be able to stop by,” your boyfriend stated over the phone.
“Really?” you asked in surprise, “Are you sure your boss won’t mind?”
You could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s actually why I’m in town.”
“You’re already in town?” you chittered.
“Yeah. Driving to work right now, actually.”
Tony, your coworker, drove over a speed bump. “Ow!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Spence. My idiot coworker decided to speed over a speed bump.”

You smacked Tony’s chest from the passenger seat. He smirked while raising a brow. You rolled your eyes. You realized how close you were to the crime scene.

“I have to go,” you told Spencer, “I’ll call later so we can meet up.”
“Of course,” he agreed before whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled softly before remembering your coworkers were in the same car.

“You too,” you stated shortly, “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you hung up. Feeling Tony and Ziva’s stares on you made you sigh.

“You seeing someone, Y/N?” Tony teased.
You clenched your jaw to hide the blush. “Shut up, DiNozzo.”
Ziva laughed. “He’s incapable.”
“I’m just curious about this ‘Spence’ you were talking to,” the man defended, “Nothing wrong with learning a little about each other’s personal lives.”

You and Ziva shared a devious glance. She leaned forward, arching a brow.

“Is that so, Tony?”
The man nodded. “Yeah. It’s like learning each others favorite colors.”
“So,” you began to drawl, “you wouldn’t mind sharing where you sprinted off to last night?”
“More like leapt,” Ziva chimed.
Tony swallowed, parking the car. “Oh look, we’re here.”

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promise pt. 2

Originally posted by reidmeright

characters: spencer reid x reader, ellie (daughter!oc), bau team

summary: the team finds out that a serial killer has come for you, spencer’s wife, and they rush to his side. meanwhile, your torture begins.

words: 1337

warnings: injury to the reader, talk of the death, worry over the life of a child, torture, general fuckin angst y'all 


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“So,” Y/N drawled as they twirled in her chair, facing Tony, “when you say cooked, you mean…?”
“Fried,” Tony replied, looking disgusted, “Shriveled. Barely recognizable.”

Y/N cringed as Ziva quirked a brow. Tim looked down. He glanced around at his coworkers.

“I can’t imagine how that felt,” Tim commented.
“Not pleasant,” Y/N commented, “I mean, an oven is bad enough, but a flamethrower?”
“I was twelve,” Tony rebutted, “and it was an accident.”
Ziva chuckled. “Tell that to the bird.”

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Part 2

Spencer stayed still, collapsed in the grass for what seemed like an eternity. His beloved wife had been taken away to the hospital and the subsequently to the precinct to undergo an interview. The wife he loved so much recognized him, but not in the way he wanted. “Kid?” Morgan asked. His big brother hadn’t left his side the entire time. Everyone else on the team had floated in and out of the crime scene. Some had gone to the hospital with Y/N and others had immediately headed to the local precinct. “What are you thinking, kid? Tell me. Don’t keep it in.”

Silent tears fell from his eyes as he stared off into the distance. The sun was going down and the horizon line was beautiful, tinged with pinks and purples and oranges. One would normally be in awe, but all Spencer could feel was anger. How dare the world show him such beauty when his life was crumbling all around him! “I almost wish she didn’t recognize me,” he said softly. 

Swallowing hard, Morgan closed his eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know why. The look in Y/N’s eyes when she looked at Spencer was one of innate fear, as if deep down in the marrow of her bones she was scared for her life in his presence, where three years earlier she’d have fallen asleep by his side with no hesitations, completely vulnerable, but comfortable in that vulnerability. At least, if she didn’t know who he was, he could reintroduce himself into her life, but how was he supposed to push through three years of programming - programming that had left his own wife desperately afraid of him.

Morgan pulled out his phone. It was JJ. By the look on Spencer’s face, she knew that he was frozen in place. His body had been at least, but his mind had been simultaneously numb and yet bursting with possibilities of hope that were pulverized over and over again by the terror in his beloved’s eyes. “Kid, she’s been checked out at the hospital and she’s at the station now.”

“How is she?” he asked flatly, barely making eye contact with Morgan before adding. “Physically I mean.”

“Physically, she is okay. The doctors assume that there is no need for physical violence once…”

“Once the person has accepted their fate…oh god!” As the tears streamed down his face, he fell into Morgan’s shoulder. “What am I going to do?”

“Do you love your wife?”

“Of course, I do. But that’s not her. That woman is afraid of me.”

“Then you need to bring her back to you,” Morgan said. “It’ll take time, but it can be done.” He was doing his best to put on a brave face for his kid brother, but even Morgan couldn’t be sure what was going to happen. Maybe Y/N was too far gone. “You ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be.”


When Spencer and Morgan finally arrived back at the station, Y/N was already in an interrogation room, her supposed daughter in another room coloring under the watchful eye of Penelope. Hotch had asked her to watch over the child to keep Garcia calm, knowing how she tended to fall apart when their work affected one of their own. “Has anyone spoken to her yet?” Spencer asked.

“No,” Hotch replied. “Not yet. And you can’t be the one to do it.” Immediately, he placed his hands on Spencer’s shoulders, noticing the younger agent’s hesitance. “You know you can’t.” Spencer knew things were bad - not only were his insides gnawing themselves apart, but Hotch’s eyes were glazed over with tears; he was shaking himself. The last time that happened, Haley had been shot while he sat by helpless. “Who do you think should do it if not you?”

“JJ,” he said. JJ had been the closest with Y/N. “Can I stay outside the room? Observe?”

Hotch nodded. “Yes. But you cannot go inside.”

“I understand,” he spoke softly. He bit his bottom lip and approached the window. The differences between Y/N and Rebekah were startling. Y/N’s smile had been soft and easy, but Rebekah wasn’t smiling - her lips were stuck in a grimace, the thin lines chapped and nearly cracking. Her once beautiful locks were now pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. And her eyes. Her eyes had forced life in them, but behind them, they were dead. That’s what broke him. Spencer lifted his hand to his mouth to stifle a cry as JJ walked into the interrogation room and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Agent Jennifer Jareau. I’m here to ask you a couple of questions.”

Y/N extended her hand and forced a smile. “I’ll answer any questions you have, but can you please tell me how my daughter is?”

Spencer’s worst fears were confirmed; she had a child by this man. “She’s currently coloring in a room with one of our technical analysts named Penelope Garcia. She’s great with kids, so your daughter is in good hands. She’s beautiful. What’s her name?”

The woman, Rebekah, Y/N - she smiled. It was the first true smile he’d seen. “Thank you,” she said. “Her name is Ilaria.”

Outside the glass window, Spencer nearly fell over into Hotch. “Does that name mean something?”

“It’s Italian,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up into the smallest of smiles. “It’s the equivalent to Hilary in English, which was derived from the Latin word hilarius, meaning cheerful. It’s the name we’d chosen if we ever had a daughter. It means she’s still in there somewhere.”

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This is a little team x reader fic requested by anon. @eggrok asked to be tagged, so here ya go. This was requested forever ago (it’s been months, i’m awful and infinitely sorry guys, i suck), but here it is. This isn’t the longest fic, but I’m still trying to get back into writing again, so please bear with me. Please enjoy :)

You are very short (about 5'2"-ish) and not very physically intimidated but really you’re very intimidating

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“Everybody?” Emily called out, stepping onto the catwalk and pulling at the attention of the rest of the team, “Meet the newest member of the BAU!”

You followed behind her as she traipsed down a small set of stairs, showing you to a huddle of people around a group of desks, all smiling in greeting. One of them, a spindly, nerdy-looking agent was practically craning his neck to look down at you. Most people in your life had to do this with you, but it never bothered you much. You had bigger things to worry about.

Garcia, the technical analyst, leapt at you almost immediately, the widest smile you had every seen pasted across her lips, “Welcome!” She cheered, “Oh, you’re so cute! Y/n, we are going to have so much fun together!”

Then Luke stepped up, his expression kind and teasing in some odd way, “It’ll be nice not to be the new guy anymore,” He flashed you a winning smile, “You sure you’re up for all this, Pipsqueak?” You knew he was harmlessly teasing you and you weren’t bothered one bit as you shrugged.

Emily could tell what he was hinting at and she crossed her arms with a laugh, “Oh, you do not want to get on y/n’s bad side, Alvez. Trust me. She is an expert in martial arts, a trained sniper, and studied as a spy for the CIA for nearly a decade.”

Now Luke looked impressed and suddenly you were the one grinning.

The oldest of the group, the polite male who stood in the back with a calm smirk, spoke up, “That’s quite an impressive resume, y/n.” Rossi said. You recognized his name and face. This man was quite the legend among the federal ranks, of course you knew him. And now you were going to be working with him (no pressure!).

“I don’t think I’ll have all that much trouble stepping up, Alvez.” You joked back, turning to look directly at Luke. This was going to be a good fit. These people? Yeah, you definitely liked them and it seemed like they liked you, too.

“Alright, guys!” A blonde walked out of an upper conference room, Emily had mentioned her name was Agent Jareau, “We’ve got a case.” Her expression turned grim, and thus began your first day as a profiler of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

New Beginnings - Four

“Well Agent Y/N, I think we’ve covered most of the important details this morning. You fully understand what your responsibilities within the team will be?“

You looked back across the desk at Aaron Hotchner, the man you’d been liaising with via email for the past few months, since you’d accepted your new position. 

“Yes sir. To take over from yourself as media liaison and to assist yourself and Penelope Garcia with the selection of cases.”

Agent Hotchner nodded at you. “Obviously you will also be assisting the team on cases out in the field. It’s pleasing to see that you have put yourself through the same training courses the rest of the team have completed. You didn’t have to complete all of them you know. The majority of your qualifications from the UK would have been transferable.”

“I know this sir, but I thought it best that I receive the same training as the others.”

Agent Hotchner nodded at you again. “Well I dare say you’ll be a valuable member to this team. You come highly recommended from the National Crime Agency and your superiors there had nothing but positive things to say about you. It seems you were on fast track for a promotion there as well. Can I ask why you felt the need for the change in both agencies and countries?”

“I assume the details of what happened to me when I was 18 are in my file?” you questioned, knowing the answer. It was, it always was. 

“They are, but that part of the file has been locked and will only be made accessible by those I deem necessary,” he assured you and you smiled gratefully. 

“Well last year I received some news concerning the incident. And I no longer wished to remain in the same country. I made my feelings known to the director who suggested I look at the FBI as an option. Given my father’s heritage and the amount of time I spent in the states as a teenager, I already had dual citizenship so it seemed the obvious choice. I went through the relevant channels of communication and application and now here I am." 

"Well we’re glad to have you,”  Agent Hotchner spoke again. “When Agent Jareau was transferred out myself and Penelope took on her role as media liaison and split it between us. Adding her duties to our already sizable workloads has placed extra pressure on the team so it will be a relief to hand some of it back. Now before I introduce you to the rest of the team, is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”

You took a deep breath. “Actually sir, there is.”

You leaned forward in your chair and explained how you had come to know two of his agents already. When you’d finished you were sure you could detect a hint of a smile on his lips. 

“So you’re the reason Reid has had a smile on his face for the last two weeks?” he asked. “You know the FBI doesn’t actually have a code against departmental relationships. As long as it doesn’t become an issue and affect your work.”

“Erm,” you coughed. “We are just friends at the moment sir. It was only when I read your email last night that I realised we’d be working together. I thought you should know that we do know each other outside of work that’s all.” You told him how you’d both agreed not to discuss your jobs. 

“So Dr Reid doesn’t have a clue you’ll be working together?”

You shook your head and Agent Hotchner laughed. “This should be interesting then. Come on Agent Y/N. Let’s go meet the team.”

Agent Hotchner strolled out of his office, holding his door open for you and leading the way across the area known as the bullpen. 

You followed him nervously over to a group of desks where you could see the team were gathered. Both Spencer and Derek were there already although Spencer was stood with his back to you. 

With them was a man you recognised as David Rossi, whose books you’d devoured,  along with a brightly dressed blonde woman who wore luminous green glasses. Next to them stood a slim brunette who you also recognised. 

“Guys, I’d like you to meet the newest member of our team.” Agent Hotchner started. 

Derek looked up from his phone, saw you, and immediately started laughing loudly, shaking his head as he did.

“Sweet cheeks what’s so funny? I’m normally the only one who can make you laugh like that,” blonde woman addressed him looking confused, glancing over at you and giving you a quick once over. 

Derek was still chuckling as he kept looking at Spencer and then back to yourself. “Man this is going to good,” he said. “Pretty boy, turn around.“ 

Spencer Reid did as instructed and you watched as his jaw dropped and his eyes widened when we saw you standing there. "What the fu…..” you heard him murmur quietly.

“Team, this is Agent Y/F/N. She’s joining us from the National Crimes Agency in the UK and will be taking on some of the responsibilities that Agent Jareau dealt with. Let’s make her feel welcome and show her the ropes.” Agent Hotchner introduced you individually to each member of the team,  the members that you hadn’t previously met all shaking your hand and smiling their greetings to you. 

“I believe you already know Agent Morgan." 

Derek smirked and gave you a half hug, "Hey Kitten.”

“And finally Dr Reid, who I also believe you know.”

“Hey Spence,” you waved at him. He still hadn’t moved. 

“Spence?” You heard the blonde woman you now knew as Penelope Garcia whisper softly. “Oh… Oh…OH!”  She grinned at you, her hands clapping happily. “You’re the girl he was telling us about, the one who’s just moved into his building. Oh, it all makes sense now.”

“Ohhhhhh,”  you heard Agents Rossi and Prentiss breathe together, both looking at Spencer who still hadn’t moved. 

“What’s up genius? I’ve never seen you this lost for words.” Emily nudged him. 

“Erm…. I-I….erm… But. … Erm, ” he spluttered finally squeaking out a, “Hi” to you. 

“Cat got your tongue Reid?” Rossi asked him. 

“More like kitten got his tongue,” Derek teased. You glared at him, seeing Spencer turn red. 

“Well I guess we don’t need to have that big conversation about our jobs anymore,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “Nope,” he whispered, his eyes finally meeting yours.

Agent Hotchner broke the tension. “Right team now introductions have been made, Garcia and Y/N, if you could both meet in my office. There’s a stack of cases for us to start going over. The rest of you, use today to finish off any paperwork you need to.”

Garcia grabbed your hand. “Oh I can’t wait to get to know you. I want to know everything. And don’t hold back. Oh we’re going to be great friends I can already feel it!” she pulled you along excitedly leading you back to the office.  

You glanced around catching Spencer’s eye. He still looked shell shocked. You two needed to talk. 



My Savior (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Pairing: SSA!Daveed Diggs x SSA!Reader

Requested?: Day Four of my write-a-thon! 

Prompt: You get kidnapped by the unsub. 

Words: 2800+

Warnings: Based off of Criminal Minds, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder and Sexual Assult/Abuse, Angst, Fluff



This unsub was not who you were expecting.

You were a Supervisory Special Agent for the FBI. You were part of Chris Jackson’s team in New York City, being a transfer from Aaron Hotchner’s team in Quantico. You were in your early thirties and have been in the Behavioral Analysis Unit since you were twenty. You had a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Bachelor’s in sociology. Add ten years of self-defense training and knowledge on firearms and explosives, and you got yourself an agent fit for the BAU. You started off in Quantico, where you went through the FBI Academy and graduated the top of your class alongside Spencer Reid, one of your good friends from Hotchner’s team. It was actually Reid who convinced you to move back to your hometown and join Chris’ team.

There were big differences between the Quantico team and the New York team.

Firstly, the New York team was bigger than the Quantico team.

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You looked up as the elevator dinged, opening slowly to reveal a big lobby and glass doors slightly to the left of the door. You tightened the strap of your shoulder bag in your hand as you took in a deep breath, walking to the big glass doors. You were here for an interview, a position as the communications liaison for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. It was secretly a dream of yours to be a part of the team. You had a degree in Psychology and you were always curious about the workings of a human mind. You worked in the FBI mainly for undercover raids, but once the opportunity was presented to you, you jumped at the chance to apply.

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The Way You Are

Summary:  I’d absolutely die if I could have a Dr. Spencer Reid imagine about the reader rejecting him because she’s of average intelligence with like a job that not super successful but still good like a teacher (I’m not hating on teachers, I’m going to be one)

For: @thebadassbitchqueen

Word Count: 1259

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have feelings for Spencer.

He was perfect to you, with his beautiful light brown eyes that’d constantly be on you showing he was listening; or his smile that would come on every time you entered a room, and just the little awkward quirks he has.

And don’t get you started on his brain.

You found it the sexiest thing about him, and just the way he would spew facts that weren’t needed in a certain conversation lit a spark in you.

With all these things, it even confused you on why you rejected him.

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