HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
Characters: Team x Reader
A/N: This seems intriguing so why not go for it? I’ve done a lot of Spencer fics lately so I decided to do one with the whole team for this one. And thanks once again to Pinterest. There are some great prompts on there if you just search them up. Once I get my board created with enough pins of prompts. So good! Love it!
WARNING: MENTION OF KIDNAPPING!
The fire crackled by the bonfire. The team was sitting in a circle around the fire pit. You invited them over to your parents home for a nice dinner and s’mores. Your parents were at Hamptons celebrating a family friend’s wedding anniversary. They opened the house to you so why not seize the opportunity to have a small gathering. Perfect excuse to wind down for a while before the team gets called back out on a case.
“JJ, pass me the graham crackers.” Emily said reaching her hand out for the box of crackers.
“Reid, isn’t that you’re fifth s’mores?” Tara said raising an eyebrow at him.
“So?” He spoke through a mouth full of s’mores. “It’s like I’ll gain anything from it.”
“Oh shut up.” You say punching his shoulder playfully. He only laughs before munching again in his current s’more.
“So, (Y/N)..” Tara spoke up looking at you through the flames of the fire. “We know what everyone looked like a kid. But we have yet to see what little miss perfect looked like as a kid.”
“Not the least bit random.” Luke said chuckling.
“She has a point.” JJ chimed in. “We hardly know anything about you. Besides knowing your parents, we don’t know anything else.”
“You don’t want to see me as a kid. It’ll make you guys more jealous of me for being perfect.” You say earning a slap on the back of your head from Emily. you couldn’t but laugh. “Alright, alright.” You say holding your hands up in surrender. You stood up from the chair tossing your blanket in your spot. “I think my parents might still have my photo albums under their bed. I’ll be back.” You retreat inside the house closing the patio door behind you. Climbing the stairs to the second floor to your parents bedroom you flick on the lights as you open the bedroom door. You hadn’t been inside their bedroom since the day before you moved out for your freshman year of college. Getting down on your knees you lifted the skirt of the bed sheets and peered underneath the bed. There was box with your name written on in sharpie tucked nicely in a small place underneath the bed. Reaching for the box you pull it out and sit down placing the box between your legs.