A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader who’s heavily pregnant with their baby, an unsub captures her and when she’s found, Spencer has to deliver their baby because there’s no time to get to a hospital. @coveofmemories
So much cabin fever.
You’d been on bedrest for the past two weeks and the team, per Spencer’s instructions, wouldn’t even let you get involved with the case. They said you needed rest. No, you needed to be occupied. You still had about a week to go before your due date and you were losing your fucking mind.
Well, you weren’t going to work. Weren’t allowed. So you decided to get dressed, with hopefully matching shoes (couldn’t see your feet anymore and frankly didn’t care) and go for a walk down the street to the diner.
Once you got outside the building, you made your way to the diner. They had pancakes. The baby wanted pancakes. As you made your way down the street, you saw the smiling faces of the random people that you lived near; they were probably laughing at the fact that at this stage in your pregnancy you were waddling like a penguin. “Pick a name yet?” the old man asked. Giuseppe Aguanno was always going down to the diner, so whenever you went yourself, you’d run into him. He’d been a neighbor of Spencer’s for years, so you both knew him very well.
“No, not yet,” you replied, turning into the ATM to grab some cash. “Gonna wait until the birth. Then we’ll make a decision.” You placed your hand on your stomach and felt the baby kick. “I’ll see you down at the diner in a few. Save me and the baby a seat.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiled, turning away and walking down the street and out of your line of vision. After taking your cash and placing it in your wallet, you walked out of the vestibule and back toward the diner, when all of a sudden, you felt someone come out of the alleyway and grab you around the stomach. The barrel of a gun was at your back.
“Come quietly or your baby dies.”
“Giuseppe?” Spencer said, walking out to the hallway where Penelope said he had a visitor. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” he said shakily. “I ran into your lovely wife this morning. She was getting money from the ATM on Washington and we were going to meet at the diner. She said to save her a seat.”
“And she didn’t show?” Spencer asked worriedly. That wasn’t like her. She never passed up an opportunity to spend time with the little old man that lived in the building next to them. Giuseppe shook his head. “Okay, stay here for a second. I need to tell my team, but I’d like you to take me back to the last place you saw her.”
Spencer turned around and sprinted toward the conference room, breathless. “Something wrong?” Hotch asked, noticing Spencer’s concerned look.
“One of my neighbors is out in the hallway, he said he ran into Y/N this morning and she said she’d meet him at the diner, but she never showed.” She was one week from delivering their baby. He could be overreacting, but he had to make sure. “I asked him to stay so he could take us to where he last saw her.”
“Let’s go,” Hotch said. Everyone ran toward the elevators like their lives depended on it.
“This is where I saw her last,” Giuseppe said, pointing toward the vestibule. Morgan looked inside while the rest of the team looked around in other areas.
“Over here!” Spencer screamed, crouching down in the alleyway a block before the diner. When everyone came over, they saw something shining in Spencer’s hand. “Her wedding ring,” he said, now convinced that something had happened to her. “She dropped it on purpose. For me to find.”
“How do you know?” Emily asked, searching around for another clue. “How can you tell?”
“Because,” he started, “she normally had a ring fitter inside the band because it was slightly too big, but with the pregnancy weight it started to fit perfectly. She could literally shake her hands around and it wouldn’t fly off. The only reason it came off is because she took it off. We need to look and see if she’s dropped anything else.”
Frantically, they searched around for clues. It didn’t look like she’d dropped anything else, so they contacted Garcia and told her to locate her cell phone. They had to hope the unsub that had her was naive enough to not have disposed of her cell phone.
They had to find her. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose his baby before he even had a chance for them to meet.
When you woke up, you immediately looked down to see your hands and legs were tied to a chair.
A kick. You felt a kick. The baby was okay.
Your head snapped back as a hand cracked across your face. “Where is the bomb?” he screamed. The man couldn’t have been older than 30. Buzz cut. Tall stance. He looked like a military man. Recently discharged?
“I don’t have one!” you screamed. “I don’t know!” Again, he cracked you across the face and looked like he was going to go for your stomach. “Please! Don’t hurt my baby!” You had no way out of this. None of your limbs were free. All you could do was beg.
“Then tell me where the bomb is!” He stormed around the room. Given his outbursts and seeming loss of reality, you could only guess that he was a former military man in charge of interrogations overseas. Somehow a pregnant woman had imprinted on him and now that he was back, he had PTSD and thought he was back there. You could feel your cell phone underneath you - the only hope of being found was right beneath you.
When you looked down, you saw a rip in your jeans. That’s right. You passed out from the pain after he cut you. “Please,” you sobbed, trying in vain to reach out for the baby. “Don’t hurt my baby.”
A third crack across the face brought the metallic taste of blood. “Step away from the woman!” you heard Hotch scream. As the man lifted his hand yet again, a shot rang out. He was on the floor - a bullet between the eyes.
“Y/N!” Spencer cried, pushing past Hotch to get to you. He collapsed in front of you on his knees and caressed your cheeks. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”
“I can still feel it kicking,” you cried, as Emily, JJ and Morgan cut you out of your restraints. “Where are we? It looks like we’re outside the city.”
“We are,” Rossi said. “He drove you 40 miles out. It’s dead out here.” Testing your legs, you stood up and felt your legs turn to jelly. “We have to get you to a hospital,” he said.
With Spencer’s help, you stood up again only to feel a warm liquid leak down your leg. “Oh no,” you muttered, your knees giving out from underneath you. “Not now. Please not now.”
Immediately, Spencer’s eyes turned from relieved to concerned. “Your water broke?” he cracked. “How far out is the ambulance?”
Hotch checked his watch. “At least 20 minutes. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Ahhhhh!!!” you screamed, clutching your stomach as you felt what had to be an intense contraction. Again, Spencer’s demeanor did a 180. Months ago, he’d joked that he memorized a birthing manual just in case you went into labor in the field. Little did you know that he was actually going to need that information.
Spencer combed his hands through his hair and turned toward the rest of the team. “Morgan I saw a stream outside. Find something and get water.” Morgan turned around to look for something. “Coat first.” Confused, Morgan pulled off his coat and then found a couple of buckets and ran outside for water. “Everyone else, I need your coats.”
As the tremors of another contraction ripped through your body, Spencer laid the coats on the floor. With Hotch’s help, the two of them lifted you onto the coats. “We’re going to be doing this here,” he said, undoing your jeans and pulling them down your body as Emily draped Spencer’s coat over your legs.
“Fuck!” you screamed, another contraction cresting. He looked underneath the coat. Apparently, you were fully dilated. Finally, Morgan returned with water. You had no idea what it was actually for, but fuck it, it didn’t matter.
“JJ,” Spence said, pointing towards your head, “Prop her head up and most importantly let her grab your hand as she screams bloody murder.” If you weren’t internally panicking, you would’ve laughed. JJ moved underneath you, grabbing your hand and cradling your head.
“You can do this,” she said, somewhat unconvincingly. Everyone else was staring at you in a panic. God, this was not what you imagined for the birth of your first child.
Spencer took a deep breath and you looked down. “Y/N, you are fully dilated. The next contraction I need you to push. Okay?”
“Oh fuck,” you said, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall onto JJ’s jeans. “I’m scared. I can’t do this out here. What if something happens to the baby? What if…”
“You can do it,” he said. “You are the strongest woman I know. Next contraction, push.”
“Ooooooh! Fuck!” you cried out, bearing down with all of your might. You felt the baby move. Oh my god, this was the most painful thing in the entire fucking world. Spencer counted 10 and told you to stop, instructing you on how to breath. The panic made everything you knew about birthing a baby fly out the window.
About 20 seconds passed before the next contraction hit. As you pushed and screamed, Emily and Hotch kneeled down next to you, doing their best to comfort you. When you stopped screaming, Morgan piped up, his finger in his ear. “Man, you sure have a set of lungs, Y/N.”
Your head snapped in his direction. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “I have a full grown person tearing its way out of my vagina right now and from what I can tell it’s halfway in and halfway out! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!? AHHHHHH!”
“Push!” Spencer screamed. “Keep going! The baby’s almost out!” You bore down as much as you possibly could, feeling the baby exit your body and into Spencer’s waiting arms. “It’s a boy,” he cried, placing him on your stomach.
You started sobbing as your baby boy was placed in your arms. He was so beautiful. You barely even noticed when Spencer sterilized his pocket knife to cut the cord. As Spencer came to your side and kissed your forehead, you saw the flashing blue and red lights. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at your son.
“In pain, but I’m great. Look at him,” you smiled. “What should we name him?”
“Alexander?” he proposed. “Defender of men?”
“Just like his daddy,” you smiled, kissing him before the EMT’s came to put you on a stretcher. “Alexander Spencer Reid.”
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.
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.”
Anonymous: Request for where Harper’s first word is Dada [can this please be in the Alexander + Oliver + Harper universe] (can you please nickname Alexander as Alex) 💕💕💕
The small patter clapped through the quiet bullpen, drawing most of the teams attention as their faces instantly lit up at the exhilarated young boy but Spencer’s compact mind was captured by his current book.
“Daddy!” Alexander squealed, little legs running as fast as he could to Spencer’s desk. Spencer looked up, joy possessing his face as he scooped up his older son in his arms, the team looking on at them in awe.
“Alex, what are you doing here?” Spencer grinned goofily, glancing up to see his wife holding his daughter on her hip. Oliver followed Alexander’s tracks, cuddling Spencer’s legs tightly.
“Penelope told me it was a tough case so I come baring over-excited balls of joy.” Y/N giggled, handing Spencer their excited daughter as he kissed her forehead. On queue, Penelope skipped out of her office, smiling widely at her god children.
“Are you not going to share the love?” She laughed, smiling warmly when Oliver shakily rushed towards her, engulfing her in a hug. Spencer sat down at his desk, Harper cuddled into his chest as Alexander sat on Y/N’s knee when she pulled a chair up. Suddenly, Harper began gurgling a load of loud nonsense as she pulled on her fathers tie playfully.
“She’s been doing that a lot recently.” Y/N inputted, smiling sweetly at Spencer while she bounced Alexander on her knee slightly. Derek and JJ met their sides, Derek ruffling Alexander’s hair softly.
“Henry did that a lot just before he said his first word.” JJ inputted, bending down to Oliver when he stumbled back from his god-mother.
“Alex was like it too but he was a lot younger than Harper.” Y/N grinned subtly, steadying Oliver on his feet.
“Of course he was younger, he has brains like his father.” Penelope giggled, picking Alexander up from Y/N’s knee and spinning him playfully.
“Where was my hello?” Penelope joked, tickling his sides gently, eliciting a high pitch laugh to break through his throat, causing Harper to glance backwards and giggle ever so slightly. Spencer grinned at his chuckling daughter, turning her back to face him.
“It’s really that funny, huh?” Spencer uttered before attacking her belly, tickling her softly as she leant her head against his chest, a mixture of giggles and incoherent gurgles singing through the bullpen. Though, Spencer continued to tickle her, making her hurl over completely, failing to escape him. Her tiny hands held onto his tightly, clenching her jaw at the feeling.
“Dada.” She gurgled inbetween laughter making Spencer stop immediately, Y/N’s eyes wide on the two of them while Derek, JJ and Penelope gasped.
“Did she just-?” But before JJ could finish, Derek nudged her smugly.
“Of course she did, that’s my god daughter.” While the two of them spoke, Spencer’s full attention was encaptured by his daughter as he held her up to look at her face. Suddenly, her tiny finger poked Spencer’s nose, giggling softly to herself.
“Dada.” Spencer stood up, a huge smile dominating his face as he looked up at Y/N in disbelief while holding his daughter close.
“That’s 2-1 to me.” Spencer chuckled lowly, making the other’s frown at his comment while his slender fingers combed through Harpers curly hair. At their silence, Spencer glanced up at them, smiling smugly.
“Oliver said ‘mama’ first but Alex and Harper said my name, therefore, I win.” Spencer laughed, making Y/N stand up to her joyous husband.
“Who said the game had finished?” Y/N replied, smirking softly as the team chuckled at Spencer’s reaction, his lips parted in shock before a huge grin played at his lips.
Spencer strolled through the abandoned basement, dirt clinging to the damp concrete, filthy water hugging Spencer’s trousers. The determined man scanning each darkening room for his small tortured family. Blackness possessed each corner, no sign of Y/N or Alexander anywhere causing Spencer to grow increasingly frantic.
“Spencer.” Derek’s voice bellowed through the empty basement, panicked voice causing Spencer to sprint towards him. A small hatch embedded in the eroding wall, moss escaping the open hatch. Without a thought, Spencer went to enter the mysterious hatch but Derek quickly halted his actions.
“You don’t know what could be in there.” Derek scolded, harsh eyes intensifying on Spencer’s determined form.
“My family could be dead in there.” Spencer growled, firmly pushing the muscular man and tearing though the weak, corroding opening. Spencer froze in his tracks, expecting to comfort his family but instead he was greeted by a candle-lit, uninhabited stone room. A small note was located in the middle of the desolated room, hauntingly illuminated by the candles. Spencer leapt towards the note, shaking fingers unfolding the blood-stained paper.
“She made a big mistake, worthless bitch. Catch us if you can.”
Spencer fell back, grip tightening around the crumpled note while tears cascaded down his panic-stricken face. His pessimistic body convulsed as his cries quickly turned into angered screams dominating his tight throat.
“Kid, let me see it.” Derek commanded, holding out his hand to the melancholic man. However, Spencer threw the flimsy note at Derek, his fingers moving to pull at his messy hair.
“I can’t do this.” Spencer cried, teeth nipping the inside of his lower lip. Derek frowned at Spencer, fury burning into his tongue. In effect, Derek thrust Spencer’s shoulders to face him.
“You’re giving up on them?” Derek challenged, tightening his grip on Spencer’s shoulders.
“I’m supposed to protect them.” Spencer croaked, guilt wrapping itself around his gravely throat. He bowed his head, tears flowing down his reddened face when Derek closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around Spencer to comfort him.
“You still can, kid.” Derek’s voice softened. Suddenly, a low vibration echoed from the shadows in the back of the room, revealing the original unsubs body. Spencer quickly broke away from Derek, kneeling beside the lifeless body.
Request where an unsub holds the reader who's heavily pregnant with hers and Spencer's baby but the unsub attacks/tortures her and when she's found, Spencer has to deliver their baby who turns out to be a little boy who they call Alexander because of the name meaning- please 💕💕💕
Hello love! It’s all done and will be up tonight 2/11 at 8PM. It’s called Alexander Spencer Reid! Enjoy! :) <3
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Look 1 - Alexander McQueen jacket, Acne shirt, Acne jeans and AMI double monk-straps.
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.