A/N: A Spencer x Reader request for the season 12 storyline, where the reader is pregnant and she hides how much the whole situation is affecting her. She bottles the stress until one day it’s too much, and she goes into early labor. @coveofmemories
Looking back, who would’ve ever thought you’d be in this situation right now. When you and Spencer had found out you were pregnant, the new addition to your family was like a beacon in the darkness. His mother hadn’t been doing well; she was deteriorating fast, and the idea of having the child you’d always wanted anchored you to the world again.
And then this. Your lives overturned once again.
Life had been turned upside down when he’d been arrested in Mexico. But you knew your husband. There is absolutely no way on God’s green earth that he killed anyone in cold blood. Whatever happened was the fault of whoever had drugged him. Presumably Scratch.
At each turn, you assumed that things couldn’t get worse, attempting to keep yourself calm for the sake of your unborn baby. When he’d been transferred into the prison, you were seven months pregnant.
Although they meant well, the team asked you if you were okay constantly. None of this was okay. You and Spencer had finally been happy, after so much heartache. And he’d been robbed of the ability to watch his child grow inside you. It wasn’t fair. So no, none of this was okay and you were getting tired of them asking. “How are you doing today, babe?” Garcia asked. It had been five weeks since Spence had been taken to prison, which meant that you were barely three weeks from giving birth to your child - and in all likelihood he wouldn’t be here to see it.
Swallowing hard, you spun around in your chair before facing her. She didn’t deserve to have her face chewed off, but it was getting irritating having to say things were “fine” when they weren’t. You wanted to explode. You wanted to yell and scream and cry until your throat was raw, but it wasn’t healthy for the baby, and it wasn’t fair to take your anger out on the team. “I’m dealing, Garcia,” you sighed, giving her a half smile that caused her to place her hand on your shoulder. It was meant to comfort you, but the sweet gesture only served to make you more angry.
As the day wore on, people on the team, and even people you’d barely spoken with in all your years of working at the Bureau, gave you pitiful looks, gazing from your face to your stomach and shaking their heads. The bigger you got, the more people pitied you and you didn’t need that. You needed people to get their heads out of their asses and have the faith in Spencer that you did.
Toward the end of the day, you’d dropped something next to your desk and had to bend down to pick it up. Having a bowling ball in front of you made it difficult to bend, so once you picked it up, you were out of breath. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” You heard Emily say from behind you.
“I don’t need to go home!” you said, snapping around and letting loose regardless of who was in earshot. “I need my husband to not be in jail! I need my husband to be here to raise our child! I need everyone to stop asking me if I’m okay because I’m not fucking okay! None of this is okay! This bastard robbed my husband of watching this baby come into the world, and he robbed me of having my husband by my side! I don’t want to go home. I want Spencer to c-come h-home…” you sobbed, leaning into Emily’s arms as she cradled your head in her chest. Every tear that you’d kept walled up inside you over the past couple of months came flooding out.
She rocked with you, back and forth, as she did her best to calm you down. The tears continued to flow as you felt everyone’s soft touches of comfort, causing you to break down further. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I can’t change the past, but I swear we’re going to get him out of there. He’ll get to see the baby soon. I promise.”
It had been said so many times already, but as time went on you felt the hope in your voice, as well as everyone else’s fading away. “Ahh,” you hissed, clutching your stomach as a sharp pain spiked throughout your body. “No. No. No, no, no, no.” Doubling over, you grabbed your stomach. Labor. Not now, you begged the baby inside you. Give Daddy another few weeks to come home to us. But the baby wasn’t having it.
“Look, I know your mad at the world right now,” Emily started, her eyes darting in concern. “But you are in labor and this baby is coming now whether you want it to or not, so we need to go.”
“I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, clutching your stomach as the team followed behind you. “But I am mad at the world. Why are you all coming with me? Shouldn’t some of you be staying here?”
JJ leaned in, pulling your head to hers and placing a kiss on your hair. “We’re not leaving you. You’re not alone.” For nearly two and a half months, you’d kept your cool, doing the best you could for your baby, but as you looked around the elevator, realizing that everyone, JJ, Garcia, Emily, Luke, Tara and even Stephen, who you barely knew, weren’t about to leave your side, you broke - openly sobbing as your baby started to make its way into the world.
“Breathe, Y/N! In through your nose and out through your mouth!” Luke said, holding your hand as the contractions increased.
Your womb was literally trying to kill you. “Luke…I can’t breathe. My body and this baby are trying to kill me. I love you, but shut the hell up.” Through gritted teeth, you cried out as you pulled up to the hospital with Emily and JJ rushing inside to alert the nurses.
“Right this way,” the nurse said, ushering you toward a delivery room with the team following closely behind. “The rest of you are going to have to wait here.”
“Please,” you said, holding your stomach and looking back at your team. This nurse had to let them in. You couldn’t do this alone. “My husband, this baby’s father, is in jail for something he didn’t do. I can’t do this without them. Please…please let them come in with me.”
With a look of pity (that would’ve pissed you off if your body wasn’t in searing pain), she agreed to let them back, telling them to stay out of the way to let the nurses and doctor do their jobs.
Once you were in the room and the doctor had checked you out, she said it wouldn’t be long. “You’re at nine centimeters. Maybe a half hour and you’ll have to push, so do your best to take a deep breath and prepare yourself.”
When the doctor left the room, the team came to stand by your side, smoothing back your hair and holding your hands through each contraction. As each spasm hit, you thought about the baby, how it was coming into the world thinking that the world was beautiful. You decided in that moment that you were going to keep the picture going for this baby whether or not Spencer got out of prison. This child would know its father. You’d raise this child in love. And they would grow up to see the beauty in the world, because that’s what the two of you had always imagined for your baby.
Less than a half hour later, the doctor returned. You were ready to push - or as ready as you’d ever be. “When you feel your next contraction, bear down as hard as you can.”
The fiery pain that ensued was excruciating. Contraction after contraction, you pushed, but this child didn’t seem to want to make his or her way into the world. “Listen to me,” JJ said, crouching at the side of the bed. “For most mothers, the hardest thing you ever do is have a baby, but not for you. I don’t need to tell you what you’re up against once this baby is born, but right now, you need to imagine that Spencer is here. What would he want for you and the baby?”
“He’d want us to be happy,” you cried, feeling another contraction rolling through you.
“Then push,” she said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “Think of the life you want and make it happen. You take care of this baby and we’ll make sure we get Spencer out of prison.”
With a final scream, you pushed, the tears staining your face as you felt the baby slide out of your body and into the doctor’s arms. “It’s a boy,” she said softly. When she placed him on your chest, you allowed everything else to melt away, clutching his body in your arms.
“Hello, baby boy,” you wept, holding him tight while the nurses cleaned him off. “I love you so much.” As he cried, you looked around the room, the tears of your friends bringing on more of your own. “Thank you for staying with me.”
“We wouldn’t think of doing anything else,” Stephen said. “What’s his name?”
The nurses returned him to you. All 7 pounds 6 ounces and 20 inches of him - swaddled in a soft, light green blanket. When you looked down, he finally opened his eyes. They were Spencer’s. “Alexander Spencer Reid,” you said, grazing your finger over your baby boy’s cheek. “I promise you. You’re going to meet your Daddy soon. He’s going to come home to us.”
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You poked at the fire, it’s just as cold this winter as it
had been the last. But that only meant one things for you, Philip Hamilton’s
coming home. The Christmas season has come upon everyone, this is actually the
first Christmas you’ll spend with them and you’re realizing how different
things are with the holiday in this era. However, some things are still the
same, like the singing. You Eliza walked through town together, which was the
first time you’d actually walked through the city. You didn’t do much, just
picked up some things for the upcoming dinner. While you were out you saw
countless numbers of people singing and you were honestly amazed at the sheer amount.
New York City was still New York City, no matter what time period. You missed
it, the kids kept you busy sure but you never did get used to how quiet it was
so far from the hustle and bustle of city life. If you closed your eyes and
listened to everything around you, you felt like you were back home. Sitting by
your window sill in your third floor apartment that you shared with Anna. You
always felt conflicted over whether you wanted to go back to that or not. All
of your friends and family were back in the twenty-first century but…the love
of your life was here. Not only him but all the new friends you’d made. There
was no win, no matter what happened you’d lose something and every time you
thought about that you’d stop and listen. In the city you had the best of both
worlds. You liked it up there and the singing wasn’t the only thing you
noticed. Presents. Oh, the bane of this world, giving people gifts. It’s always
fun to do it but the process of finding them is extremely frustrating most of
the time. And you were in a different position than most. Alex and Eliza always
asked if you’d like compensation for working but you always turned them down.
They were already giving you more than enough so there was never a need for
that. Now though, you were starting to see the appeal of it. You had nothing to
give, at least physically you didn’t. Which is why you made a little deal with
Eliza and Angie, but that comes in to play later. You heard a stampede of
footsteps trot down the stairs and looked up to find all the children rushing
down them. You quickly got up and went over to them.
“Hey, hey, hey now! No running down the stairs! You guys
could get hurt!” AJ had a huge grin on his face.
“I’ll go get Father and Mother! They’ll be so happy!” AJ
turned to run down the hall toward the study. What the hell’s going on? Johnny noticed your confused expression
“There’s a carriage…Philip is here early!” He said joyfully.
WHAT?! He’s here! He wasn’t supposed to
be here until tomorrow morning! Oh God, do I look okay? Do I have ashes on my
apron? Oh, why do I fucking care?! I’m a maid! You smoothed out your dress
and saw Eliza and Alex rushing into the main room, AJ close behind.
“My son is back from working hard! I’m so excited!” Alex
chimed in while Eliza simply jumped around happily. Everyone crowded around the
door as the sound of carriage wheels got louder and louder until they stopped
out front. Ugh, I love that sound!
You stayed in the middle of the room. I’ll
write a letter to Philip every day. I’ve kept his room clean while he was away.
Wait for him. The door finally opened, you hear him but you couldn’t see
him, everyone was standing in the way but you heard it, among all the words
buzzing around you heard it.
“I missed you all so much!” He still sounded as chipper as
ever, it made your heart skip a beat. I’m willing to wait for him… The kids
parted from him, Eliza and Alex moved to stand by his side. There he was. My Philip Hamilton… He was wearing an extra
jacket because of the cold and he was wearing a hat, that was new at least. What is up with that feather though?! He
stopped in his tracks when he saw you and you could almost swear time itself stopped
with him. He didn’t move but a smile creeped up onto his face. You weren’t
ashamed to admit that a few stray tears escaped your eyes. You took a cautious
step forward, your hand reaching out, he did the same. You shook your hesitation
away and busted out into a full sprint towards him. He met you halfway. You
slammed into him and hugged him with all your strength.
“Come on Star, I’ve only been gone for a few months!” He
“Shut up, Sunny. Let me have this!” He laid his hand on the
back of your head and the other on the middle of your back.
“I’ve missed you…so much.” He whispered, you nodded into his
“How do you think I feel?” You laughed. The two of you stood
there for a moment, not moving, just taking in the pleasure of being close,
which you haven’t been for almost five months. When you did pull away you
looked up at his ridiculous hat and plucked it off his head.
“Are we in France now? Why on Earth would you wear this?”
You tried to joke to stop yourself from crying so much, he looked at you with
the same fake offense that you loved.
“Excuse you, I look wonderful in this hat! What? Do you have
a thing against France now?”
“I’m not against France, I’m just no Thomas Jefferson. I
swear Philly, if you do that thing we are-“
“Ah, mais Mademoiselle! Te yeux, elles avaient faire mal moi!
Mon coeur, il vais te amour! Ma petite chou, s’il vous plait, qu’est que je
dois te dire?”
“Philip, I have no idea what you just said to me but I think
you called me a cabbage at some point and I am honestly very offended by this!”
“Your lack of culture offends me! I’ll have you know that my
uncle gave this to me, so yes it is from France!”
“You have an uncle in France?” You asked.
“Well, he’s a kind of uncle. Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch
Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette…we just call him uncle Laf!” OMG I’M TAKING THIS HORSE BY THE REINS!
MAKING REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOOD STAINS LAFAYETTE!! Alexander laughed at
“His name is too long; the children call him ‘Laf’ because
when Philip was a toddler he couldn’t even pronounce Lafayette!” Eliza smiled nostalgically.
“Aww, I remember that!” Philip shook his head
“Anyways, I look great in this hat.”
“I think it’s a little too big; you need a few more months!”
You handed it back to him. Your face is
too nice to hide it under a hat, how else am I supposed to count your freckles?
Philip raised an eyebrow to match his sly smile.
“Oh? So I have a nice face? And what was that? You count my
freckles?” Damn it! I need to stop saying
my thoughts out loud!
“Um, no?” You tried to deny.
“Uh huh, sure you don’t.” He chuckled.
“Ugh, I have to help prepare for dinner!”
“You can deny it all you want but I’m not the only one who
sees it!” He jabbed, you rolled your eyes and started to walk towards the
kitchen. You always felt weird around the other maids since none of them lived
on the property, since they had their own families, and they were all much
older than you. The oldest one looked like she was in her mid to late fifties
but you thought it would be rude to ask. Just as you approached the door, Alex called
out to you. You turned to see him jogging over to you, holding some sort of
envelope in his hand. He stopped and held it to you. You took it and realized
it was a letter it looked off to you, most likely because you couldn’t tell who
it was from.
“I just checked the mail, it might from Philip before he
left.” He chuckled before leaving to back and talk with his son. You looked
back at it and you were sure it wasn’t from Philip. You popped off the seal and
looked at the letter inside.
Hello, it’s been a while. I haven’t
been able to send letters due to how busy I have been. If you could not tell
already, this is Rachel. Cato and I are doing wonderful, busy but wonderful
nonetheless. We have set ourselves up a home close to New Jersey, I hope to see
you soon but as I said I have been far too busy to do much of anything. But with
that in mind, I have good news! I’ve recently given birth to two wonderful
little boys. John Hercules Spencer and Alexander Titan Spencer. My surname is
Sky because of my being a bastard but I went by Spencer for years to hide that.
My children will have to do the same in order to thrive in this judgmental
world but I am hopeful. Someday, things will be easier for them. Cato has
lovingly dubbed them Herc and Titan, they’ll be wonderful no matter who the end
up being. Did you catch the name? Titan, it’s you my dear friend! Titania,
Titan, sounds quite nice don’t you think? I believe so. They are truly beautiful;
they have their father’s skin but my eyes. Actually, oddly enough they both
have a mess of freckles across their faces. They remind me very much of Philip
and Angie because of that. I remember Alexander, Mr. Hamilton, told me that my
father had those freckles. I do not remember him much but that I do. I’m glad
my children share something with him because I know my father would be very
proud of me. Not a single time did Alexander talk about my father and not
mention his thoughts on me. He truly did love my mother; he was married because
of his family. Even though my father only knew me for a short time, he adored
me. I feel as though somehow he knew; he knew I would be the one to carry out
his legacy. And I shall, I plan to speak out against slavery, for the sake of
my love and my children. I will do anything for them and these atrocities need
to be put to rest. I’d prefer it done peacefully but that does not seem to be
an option, although I will try. I wish you could write back to me, do not fear
though, I will try to see you as soon as I can. That probably will not be for
some time though with how troublesome my children already seem to be. They don’t
seem to cry but they never sleep and like to keep their poor mother up all
night. They are so happy to be in this world; I shall always be here for them.
My mother couldn’t be around so I swear I shall be for them. I’ll do whatever
it takes, probably make a million mistakes. But I’ll make the world safe and
sound for them. They will come of age with this young nation. I’ll bleed and
fight for them, make it right for them. I will lay a strong enough foundation,
I’ll pass it onto them and give the world to them. And let me tell you now,
they will blow us all away someday. I cannot wait for you to meet them. Until
time allows us to meet once more.
Your friend, R.S
incredibly happy; you were so glad that she was well. And she has children now!
The idea that those kids will face hardship made you sad but you knew it would
work out for the best. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and you couldn’t have asked
for a better gift than that. You wondered what these next few days will bring.
it! Oh god I’m nervous! Alex and Eliza called you all down on Christmas
morning. You, Eliza and Angie have been practicing for a whole month, you were
so glad that they wanted to help you with this. All the children ran into the
main room, holding cushions and using them to sit on the floor. Eliza decided
to have all the children be given their presents first. Your favorite reaction
was Johnny’s when he got new sheet music. He literally cried. You thought you
should go next but Alex stopped you.
“Actually Titania, Eliza and I have something for you, the
children do as well. Do you mind if we all go first?” He asked.
“Oh, you all didn’t have to get me anything! Oh that’s so
sweet!” You couldn’t help but give a sheepish smile. They really didn’t have to
do that! Johnny was the first to stand up. He hid his face in his cravat and
made his words muffled.
“I…um, mama told me what your gift is so I have an idea for
that…” He sat back down and you were already intrigued, so was everyone else.
Before you could question him about what that meant Jamie stood and handed a
large sheet of paper.
“Turn it around.” He instructed and you did so, you couldn’t
believe your eyes. You saw a black and white sketch, your own face staring back
at you. It was a beautifully done portrait, it must’ve taken him days to do.
“Oh, Jamie! I love it! It’s beautiful! I’m so proud of you!”
You pulled him into a hug and ruffled his hair. He snorted and once you pulled
away, AJ was standing with a proud smile on his face.
“I have to go grab mine! I’ll be right back!” He ran out of
the room and into the dining room. You raised an eyebrow and you could Eliza
holding back a giggle. He soon came running back into the room, holding some
kind of tray. He approached you and you finally saw what it was. It was a small
cake; you’ve only seen it once or twice in this era but not had it. Although
Alex did say that John Adams probably won the election with cake bribery. “Cooking
is science so I thought it would be the best decision to make this for you! I’m
proud of the whipped cream myself!” He smiled widely.
“You…you used your talents for good instead of evil! AJ this
is the best gift you could ever give me! I love it!” He handed you the tray and
told you to try it later. Angie walked over to her parents and put her hands on
“I helped with this last year! So I hope you like it!” Both
her and Eliza went over to you and locked arms with you.
“What’s going?” You asked nervously.
“You’ll have to come with us to get it! We’ll be right back
boys!” Eliza cooed. They lead you down the hallway and into Alex and Eliza’s
room, they closed the door behind you. Eliza walked over to her wardrobe and
opened the door, quickly pulling some things out of it. Your eyes widened. “Mulligan
said he took your measurements last year and decided to make something for you.
Alexander, Angie and I all helped with the design. We think you’ll like it!”
“Put it on, put it on!” Angie jumped excitedly.
“Yes, undress please. I am very eager to see how this looks!
I shall help you put it on.”
“Eliza, you don’t have to do that! I’m the maid here!” You
interjected, she waved your comment off.
“Nonsense! You are a very dear friend and I consider you my
own daughter so I will help you with this!” She insisted, you eventually gave
in and undressed, allowing Eliza to help you with an actual corset.
‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” You let out as she tightened the
laces to the back.
“You haven’t gotten the chance to wear a proper dress in a
long time, don’t worry you’ll get used to it again.” I’ve never actually worn a
real corset Eliza! She finished putting all the garments on you and helped you
step into the cover. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and Eliza
buttoned the back for you. You could feel the weight from the ruffling gathered
up around your lower back.
“Okay, are you ready to see it?” Angie asked sweetly. You
nodded and the led you over to Eliza’s full length mirror, once you saw
yourself, you froze.
“Originally, it was meant to be a ball gown, but Alexander
said that it might suit you better to wear something more casual.” Eliza
informed. The dress was, as Eliza said, very casual. You could see someone
wearing this to go visit a friend or to have tea, but it was nothing short of
“I picked out the color! It’s the same color I wore when we
first met!” Angie said proudly. It was a soothing lavender color with black and
dark purple floral patterns along the trim, fading out into the actual skirt
and bodice. The dress stopped at your ankles so you could see your old, dark
boots peeking out from under it. The sleeves stopped at your elbows and the
neckline was a little low but not so much that you felt uncomfortable. The
actual heavy ruffles were the most intricate part, the fabric started at your
stomach but draped down to your knees and came up to sit on your lower back, a
waterfall of purple falling out of it.
“You look gorgeous, TT!” Angie exclaimed.
“I might want to keep this dress under lock and key, don’t
want any boys trying to pester you now do we? Oh, what am I saying? You’re
always beautiful! This dress just shows you what we all see!” Eliza commented. Beautiful? You certainly felt it, you
felt like you could dazzle a room full of people. “Oh! Let me take that head
cloth, that will really complete this!” She untied the cloth keeping your hair
out of your face and handed it to Angie. There was a collective silence for a moment as
Eliza and Angie nodded in approval.
“Come on! We have to show everyone!” Angie tugged on your
arms, before you could even get a word in, they were already pushing out of the
“Alright, I shall go out first and introduce the two of you!”
Eliza skipped down the hall and into the main you room while Angie and yourself
stopped at the archway, hiding behind the wall so no one would see you. From in
the room you heard Eliza. “Everyone! I have something I would like all of you
“What exactly is going on here mother?” You heard Philip
ask. Angie held in a squeal.
“Patience Philip! Now everyone, give it up for the Hamilton
girls! Titania and Angie!” You heard Alex and give a short ‘woohoo!’ and some
applause. The Hamilton girls? Before
you could think about that any more, Angie was leading you out, strutting into
the room. You saw everyone look at the two of you and they cheered, everyone
except Philip. For a second you worried that he might not like the dress but as
got closer to him, you saw the look in his eyes. He was star-struck. By the
time you made it back to where you were in the group originally, Philip was staring
up at you from his seat, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. “These girls are
the most beautiful roses this family could ever hope to see!” Eliza smiled.
“Yeah! We’re beautiful but if anyone tries to mess with us,
they get the thorns!” Angie stuck out her tongue. You couldn’t help but giggle
at the statement paired with her enthusiasm. AJ leaned over toward Philip and
snapped his fingers in his face, brining Philip out of his dreamlike state. He
shook his head and blinked a few times.
“What happened? Where am I? What year is it?” Philip joked,
a blush spreading across his face. He stood up stepped in front of you,
scratching his cheek nervously. “You…you um, you look really…Wow…” He said
“Wow? Is that the proper adjective?” You asked, trying to
ignore how hot your face felt with him staring at you. Why does he have to be
“It is now…Because wow, you look incredible… Although I do
have a complaint.” He crossed his arms and you raised an eyebrow
“Oh you do now?” You asked sarcastically.
“Yes, I don’t like your hair in your face. It makes it hard
to see your eyes!”
Anonymous:Req where Spencer and y/n are married with a baby boy and a psychopath abducts them (reader and baby Alexander) and taunts Spencer and the BAU
Spencer hunched over the chair in Penelope’s office, silent tears rolling down his frozen face while the computer’s light enhanced the stress-induced dark circles around his eyes. Penelope glanced at the broken man, her eyes possessed with sadness.
“Spencer, they’ll be okay.” Penelope cooed, placing a comforting hand on Spencer’s arm but he didn’t even flinch, attention fixated on numerous possibilities of Y/N and Alexander. Suddenly, the change on the computer monitor drew Spencer from his agonising thoughts.
“Oh lord,” Penelope gasped, rushing to get the other agents. A live stream dominated the computer screen, revealing to Spencer his worst nightmare. Y/N was passed out in the background, bruised, bloody face pressed against the concrete floor. However, a masked man entered frame, Alexander flailing in his arms, gun pressed firmly into his curly hair.
“No, no, no.” Spencer sobbed, unable to remove his dispirited gaze from the torturing screen. Alexander’s muffled screams pierced through the speakers, the mans gloved hand placed tightly around his mouth before walking closer to the camera.
“You’re an easy one to hurt aren’t you?” The dark voice chuckled through Alexander’s screams. As soon as Aaron realised he could see them, he glared up at the CCTV camera in the corner of the room.
“Hotch. The man that took my family away from me, how nice to see you. It’s a shame on the circumstances.” The gruff voice blistered Spencer’s ears, tears drowning his angered face.
“Actually, Hotch. If I don’t see you at my door within the next 2 hours then, this little man will never see his father…or mother…anything ever again. As for her, well, she’s barely breathing already.” The masked man inquired, laughing hysterically while jumping up and down slightly at the sight of Spencer breaking down.
“Man, if I knew this would get to you all like this I would have done it sooner.” The man laughed, removing his hand from Alexander’s mouth so his screams would echo into their office.
“I’ll tune back in with you shortly.” And with that, the screen went black, the only sounds in the room were Spencer’s uncontrollable sobs escaping his throat but they were quickly halted when Penelope tried to comfort him once again.
“Fine? You said they would be fine!” Spencer roared, towering over the cowering woman. Derek was quick to stand it, pulling the discouraged man away from Penelope.
“Hey man, we will find them.” Derek assured firmly but Spencer pulled away from his strong grip.
“You said that two hours ago, she’s almost dead. He has my family.” Spencer yelled, loud voice over powered by loud sobs as his body’s strength gave up on him. Aaron knelt beside the fallen man, gesturing for the other’s to leave.
“I can’t do it, Aaron.”
When the screen was taken over again, the whole team was stood over the computer, taking in as much of the visual information as possible. However, Y/N’s body was weak in the corner, cradling her distraught toddler in her shaky arms.
“Peek a boo.” The man’s familiar voice growled, his broad body centred on the screen. Y/N glared up as he began talking, her eye’s drifting to the screen where she was met by the sight of her friends and broken husband. Y/N’s eyes grew wide at the sight as she looked down at Alexander, sitting him in the corner with a finger pressed against her lips, indicating for him to be quiet.
“Hotch, I don’t see you at my door yet.” The man chuckled, dark eyes burning into the virtual image of Aaron.
“We’re not scared are we? I mean, the girl’s taking it like a champ.” The man continued, turning his head to be met with the boy only.
“What the-” But before he could finish, Y/N jumped onto his back, making him fall to the ground. Without thought, Y/N reached for the fallen gun while the man threw her off of his back. He charged towards Alexander, however, his body fell to the floor with a loud gun shot before he could touch the baby genius. Y/N ran for her son, carrying him to the laptop on a wooden desk.
“Y/N,” Spencer whispered, pushing past his team members to see his wife clearly.
[Timeless] is one of two dramas, along with Warner Bros. TV’s Blindspot, which find themselves in a similar position where they are hopeful though not certain to come back. With some DVR help, I hear both have done OK not great in the ratings but well enough for the network to not lose money on them. Both shows have strong lead casts — Sullivan Stapleton & Jaimie Alexander (Blindspot); Abigail Spencer, Matt Lanter & Malcolm Barrett (Timeless) — and have developed a following, creating a dilemma for NBC whether to stick with series that already have established (albeit modest) viewership or spend tens millions of dollars to market new shows that may or may not stick.
While this take is not as confident as EW’s, Deadline makes a good point about established viewership and it’s also good to hear it’s not losing money for NBC as that will be the ultimate decider for them!
And I think Blindspot’s recent steadiness in the ratings makes a good case that it could make a move to Fridays (which is where I think it’s most likely to be scheduled if it’s renewed).
Let’s keep showing NBC our support for our show! Keep spreading the word, encouraging people to watch LIVE on April 26. They wouldn’t want to miss out on what is sure to be EPIC Jeller!
Anonymous:Hey can you do an imagine with Spencer x Reader where y/n is part of the BAU with three PhDs in psychology, sociology and anthropology- and is married to Spencer but is on maternity leave but gets a call from Penelope to come in to keep her company as it’s a tough case, so y/n brings along baby Alexander and afterwards when the team comes back, Boy Genius is reunited with his Girl Genius & Baby Genius
The night sky twinkled, scattered in illuminating stars as she pulling up outside the familiar building. The biting wind whispered through the crack in her car window, speaking to Y/N while she leaned over to the passenger seat, carefully lifting Alexander from his baby seat.
As she made her way into the tall building she was quickly greeted by Penelope, whose eyes shone at the sight of her godson.
“Oh my goodness! I knew baby genius would make everything feel better.” She squealed, extending her arms to cuddle the fragile bundle of joy.
“Nice to see you too,” Y/N joked as she handed Alex over to Penelope while they made their way to the elevator and through to Penelope’s brightly coloured office. When Y/N entered her office she was met by numerous baby toys and play mats scattered across the floor.
“Wow, Pen! I hope you realise he isn’t even 2 months old yet,” Y/N grinned, inspecting the large smile on Penelope’s face as she cuddled Alexander.
“That doesn’t stop me from having fun,” Penelope joked, her glowing eyes fixated on the small baby. Y/N smiled sweetly, inching towards the joyful pair. Her slender fingers gently stroked his, already, curly hair while Penelope kissed his tiny fingers.
“How can something so small make me so happy,” Penelope gushed, sitting in her office chair as he fingers danced across Alexander’s.
“I have no idea, I still can’t wrap my head around it.” Y/N replied, perching against Penelope’s desk. Penelope smiled, glancing up at Y/N with radiant eyes.
“How’s Spencer?” She asked, inspecting Y/N’s wide eyes as they lit up at the sound of his name.
“He’s perfect with him, I’ve never seen him so content. He can’t wait until he can show Alex magic tricks but for now he reads him a lot of quantum physics to get him to sleep.” Y/N laughed but her heart fluttering at the thought of her boy genius.
“Quantum physics? No wonder the little man goes to sleep.” The two giggled, beaming at the blissful boy.
“When are they getting home?” Y/N questioned, cradling her baby boy with on arm while warming her other hand on the coffee mug in front of her.
“I don’t know,” Spencer mumbled, a smile possessing his buoyant face. In response, Y/N grinned widely, placing her coffee down and turning to face the doctor. As the two hugged, exchanging subtle kisses, the rest of the team shadowed Spencer, eye’s glistening at the young boy. Spencer gently took Alexander from his wife, stroking his cheeks as Alexander’s face shone at the sight of Spencer.
“Come on, pretty boy. When’s it my turn?” Derek jested, raising his eyebrows at the doctor. While the team took it in turns to embrace the baby genius, Spencer’s finger interlocked with Y/N’s as he kissed her forehead gently. Eventually, Alexander was returned to Spencer who held his son close to his chest.
You walked alongside Spencer out of the theatre, giddy with excitement, “Wasn’t that awesome, Spence?” you laughed, delight in your eyes.
Spencer smiled, “It was pretty good. I didn’t think it would be quite my taste but it was very enjoyable.” “High praise from the super genius,” you observed, bumping your shoulder against his. “Do you have a favourite song?” Spencer pressed his lips together, considering the question, “I’m not sure. The reprise of Stay Alive was very creative for building emotion in the audience but The World Was Wide Enough had an intriguing dynamic between the two characters.”
“I didn’t think you’d be such a sucker for the sad songs.” you chuckled, hooking your arm through his.
“Well, when you think about it, Aaron Burr spent his entire life waiting for things and biding his time, while Alexander Hamilton was always charging ahead at every chance. And then Burr decides for the first time to do something reckless while Hamilton decides to think his decision through, and it ends horribly for both of them.”
Ed Miliband resigns as Labour leader, May 8th, 2015:
Friends, this is not the speech I wanted to give today, because I believed that Britain needed a Labour government.
I still do. But the public voted otherwise last night. Earlier today, I rang David Cameron to congratulate him.
take absolute and total responsibility for the result and our defeat at
this election. I am so sorry for all of my colleagues who lost their
seats: Ed Balls, Jim Murphy, Margaret Curran, Douglas Alexander and all
our MPs and candidates who were defeated. They are friends, colleagues
and standard-bearers for our party. They always have been and always
I want to thank
those people who ran our campaign. It was the most united, cohesive and
enjoyable campaign I have ever been involved in. I want to thank Douglas
Alexander, Lucy Powell and Spencer Livermore, and the incredible team
of people in the Labour party. And, all of you, the incredible team of
Labour party members, activists and others.
needs a strong Labour party. Britain needs a Labour party that can
rebuild after this defeat so we can have a government that stands up for
working people again.
it is time for someone else to take forward the leadership of this
party. So I am tendering my resignation taking effect after this
afternoon’s commemoration of VE day at the Cenotaph.
want to do so straight away because the party needs to have an open and
honest debate about the right way forward, without constraint.
me say that Harriet Harman is the best deputy leader anyone could hope
for. I worked for her more than twenty years ago. I am proud to have had
her as my deputy for the term of my leadership. She will take over
until a new leader is elected.
me, I am looking forward to re-acquainting myself with Justine and my
sons, Daniel and Sam. Before I do, I want to say a few things.
First of all, thank you to the British people.
you to the people who met me on train stations, in colleges, in
workplaces, in schools. Thank you for sharing your stories with me. I
have learnt so much from you. It has been an enormous privilege. Thank
you for the selfies. Thank you for the support. And thank you too for
the most unlikely cult of the 21st century with #Milifandom.
I want to address those who voted Labour. Today you may feel
disappointed, even bleak but while we may have lost the election the
argument of our campaign will not go away.
This issue of our unequal country will not go away. This is the challenge of our time. The fight goes on.
Whoever is our new leader, I know Labour will keep making the case for a country that works for working people.
I believe in our United Kingdom. Not just because it is our country but
because it is the best way of serving the working people of our
I believe there is more that unites us than divides us.
And all of us in the months and years ahead must rise to the challenge
I want to say something to my party. Thank you to you. Thank you for
the privilege. I joined this party aged 17. I never dreamed I would lead
it. It has been an incredible force for progress: from workers rights
to the NHS to the minimum wage. No other party can boast these
achievements, and it will be a force for progress and change again.
all the Labour party members, you are the most loyal, supportive,
incredible people. I think of all of you today. I am truly sorry I did
not succeed. I have done my best for nearly five years. Now you need to
show your responsibility. Your responsibility not simply to mourn our
defeat but to pick yourself up and continue the fight.
say this to everyone in our party: Conduct this leadership election
with the same decency, civility and comradeship that we believe is the
way the country should be run. I believe I have brought a culture to
this party of an ability to have disagreement without being
disagreeable. Please keep this in mind in the months ahead.
I want to say this. The course of progress and social justice is never
simple or straightforward. Change happens because people don’t give up.
They don’t take no for answer. They keep demanding change. This is my
faith. When we see injustice we must tackle it.
a couple of hours, I will no longer be leading this party, but for me
that has never been the only way to achieve change. I believe it isn’t
simply leaders who achieve change, it is people that make change happen.
I will never give up on that idea.
I will never give up on that cause
I will never give up on fighting for the Britain I believe in.
That faith will always be my faith.
That fight will always be my fight
That cause will always be my cause.
And I will always be there in that cause with all of you.
Oh hay guys, I’ve started doing some outfit of the day shots on my Instagram when I work weekends at the studio. You can check them out on my Instagram page here. Below is a description of the brands I’m wearing with links to items that are still buyable!
Look 1 - Alexander McQueen jacket, Acne shirt, Acne jeans and AMI double monk-straps.
On 6 August 2011, a U.S. Boeing CH-47 Chinook military helicopter, call sign Extortion 17, was shot down while transporting a quick reaction force attempting toreinforce an engaged unit of Army Rangers in Wardak province, west of Kabul, Afghanistan. The resulting crash killed all 38 people on board—25 American special operations personnel, five United States Army National Guard and Army Reserve crewmen, seven Afghan commandos, and one Afghan interpreter—as well as a U.S. military working dog. Please help me honor them so that they are not forgotten.
SGT Alexander J. Bennett SPC Spencer Duncan CWO Bryan J. Nichols CWO David R. Carter SSG Patrick D. Hamburger TSgt John W. Brown SSgt Andrew W. Harvell TSgt Daniel L. Zerbe PO1 (SEAL) Darrick C. Benson CPO (SEAL) Brian R. Bill PO1 (SEAL) Christopher G. Campbell PO1 Jared W. Day PO1 John Douangdara & Navy SEAL Dog “Bart” CPO (SEAL) John W. Faas CPO (SEAL) Kevin A. Houston Lt. Cmdr. (SEAL) Jonas B. Kelsall MCPO (SEAL) Louis J. Langlais CPO (SEAL) Matthew D. Mason CPO (SEAL) Stephen M. Mills CPO Nicholas H. Null PO1 (SEAL) Jesse D. Pittman SCPO (SEAL) Thomas A. Ratzlaff CPO (SEAL) Robert J. Reeves CPO (SEAL) Heath M. Robinson PO2 (SEAL) Nicholas P. Spehar PO1 Michael J. Strange PO1 (SEAL) Jon T. Tumilson PO1 (SEAL) Aaron C. Vaughn SCPO Kraig M. Vickers PO1 (SEAL) Jason R. Workman
Today, we celebrate them in their courage and in what they loved to do - what they were born to do! For their families and the teams, we continue to carry the torch of their memories forever in our hearts.