The Old and The New: No Such Thing As Coincidence

Chapter 5 of The Old and The New @coveofmemories @gublersmind @heavenlycevans Also, because I’m having such fun with my other series Becoming Real with Spencer and Luke being married with a baby, I’m going to have Spencer and Luke (and their daughter) in this AU. Won’t be a big part of things, it just will be. Jack obviously knows that, but also knows his uncle is Bi so that’s why he was jealous of him in regards to the reader :)

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As the team made their way to the hotel they’d be staying in, Jack closed his eyes - pretended to be asleep, or just too tired to carry on conversations with the rest of the team. It was either that or focus on the fact that he’d be sleeping in the same room with a woman he could easily have dirty thoughts about if he was given more than a few free minutes to think. 

His Uncle Spencer was at his side and Luke was on the other. “Why aren’t you staying in the same room as Luke?” Jack whispered. “You fighting?”

“Not at all,” he smiled. “We’re colluding to get you together with Y/N.” In his older years, he found himself enjoying playing matchmaker, and Luke was apparently always along for the ride. Plus, Holden looked like he needed to be saved from Garcia, so Luke came to the rescue. Spencer had been meaning to talk to JJ about their daughter anyway. She was starting to become a bratty pre-teen and he and Luke had no idea how to deal with a near-teenage girl.

“You sneaky…” he whispered again through gritted teeth. “I’m going to kill you. I’m on a case and now I have to behave myself and I don’t want to.”

Spencer smiled, attempting to shield his building laughter by looking out the window. “I know. That’s why it’s fun for me.”

“I am so telling my dad on you,” he muttered, scrunching his face up at his uncle. He was definitely going to have to get him back one day. 

“Oh I’m so scared,” Spencer laughed quietly as they flooded out of the car and toward the hotel for the night. “You and Y/N have fun now.”

“You’re a dead man.”

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After the arduous task of checking in with only one employee to help them, everyone made their way to their rooms. “Me first!” Jack screamed as he ran to the bathroom.

“Dammit, Jack! Whatever happened to ladies first.”

“Went out the window. I have to pee.”

He’d taken his go-bag in with him, so after he released his near-bursting bladder, he decided to get changed and brush his teeth.

“Motherfucker!”

The loud noise startled Jack causing the electric toothbrush to brush out of his face and spray all over the bathroom mirror. Goddamit. “What the hell was that?” he screamed from inside, toothpaste still staining his lips as he opened the bathroom door. “What happened?”

For the first time since he’d laid eyes on her, she looked embarrassed - smaller than her larger-than-life stature. “I forgot my pajamas,” she mumbled under her breath, not wanting to admit that her, of all people, had forgotten something.

Jack snorted, the toothpaste nearly spewing out of his mouth. “Oh, please say that again,” he chuckled. “A little louder this time.”

“I forgot my pajamas,” she repeated, sending a death glare his way that told him if she had to repeat herself again she was going to murder him, “Do you happen to have a sweatshirt or something I could borrow? If I have to sleep in work pants I am going to be one cranky motherfucker in the morning, and also I’ll be uncomfortable, so I’ll probably end up kicking you - a lot.”

As he tried to contain his laughter, and failed miserably, he brought his bag out from behind him and pulled out a sweatshirt; he always carried one. Now he had to not think about the fact that she’d be half naked, sleeping next to him, and wearing one of his favorite sweatshirts. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Now don’t come out until I have something on.”

Jack went back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and tried desperately not to think about the fact that she was going to have underwear on underneath that sweatshirt - everything else was going to be bare skin against one of his two favorite sweatshirt. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “Can I come out now?”

“You’re good,” she called back. When he walked outside, his sweatshirt was barely covering her ass and she was sitting on the bed reading a chapter of a book. Her legs were a mile long and looked insanely smooth. God, this was going to be difficult. “Checkin out my legs there?” She hadn’t even looked up from her book.

Play it cool, Jack, he thought to himself. Don’t be too obvious and don’t be a bumbling idiot. “I might be…” he laughed, pulling up the covers and getting into bed. “You have a nickname you like to be called? Or you prefer Y/N?”

“My nicknames are Ripley and Kiddo. Take your pick.”

“Please tell me Ripley is because of Alien and Kiddo is The Bride from Kill Bill?” he said, clasping his hands together in front of his face. He too enjoyed the older movies from his father’s time as opposed to his own. “Please?”

She nodded her head. “I was telling Spencer that before because he asked if I had a nickname I liked. He’s decided on Kiddo.”

“Then I’ll call you Ripley,” he said, lying down for the night. “Enjoy my sweatshirt, Ripley.”

Finishing up her chapter, Y/N placed it on the side table, pulling the blankets up to cover herself almost completely. “I will. Thanks again, by the way. Try not to think about my legs too much, okay?” she winked. “They’ll probably keep you up all night.”

He smiled before turning over. She had no idea.

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While Y/N woke up completely and totally rested, smiling happily as she stretched her arms toward the ceiling, Jack woke up feeling like he’d been hit with a mach truck. He had tossed and turned all night long. As soon as she said not to think about her legs, that’s exactly where his mind went and then those thoughts traveled to different thoughts that kept him very hot and bothered for a majority of the night. His Uncle was a dead man.

Thankfully, through all of his tossing and turning, she hadn’t woken up. She could probably sleep through an atomic bomb. If she had woken up, he would’ve had a very difficult time explaining that the reason he couldn’t sleep was that he wanted to do dirty things to her.

“We’re meeting out in the lobby at 6, right?” she asked. It was 5 AM. Jack grunted in reply, unable to form a coherent thought so early in the morning. An hour later, when they walked outside to the lobby, he practically fell asleep standing up.

“You have a fun night?” Luke asked with a smirk. Oh, he didn’t know him that well, only that he was his uncle’s husband, but if the two of them had to go out by themselves again today, he was going to get an earful. He looked up and cut his eyes at his partner under half-lidded, sleep-heavy eyes. “Not the kind of fun you wanted, eh?”

“Oh, you and your husband are dead men,” Jack said, glancing between the two of them as Y/N went to talk to Smith. “So. Very. Dead.”

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“So we have no other information from Herzfeld’s autopsy?” Smith asked as Spencer and Y/N came back from medical examiner’s office. “Lovely.”

“It was only a cursory autopsy,” Spencer replied. “They’re going to keep looking. Once we have a suspect, we can send over DNA to see if they can match it with anything.”

“Agent Holden and I have come to save the day my pretties,” Garcia said, teetering over on her heels looking way to perky for someone who got next to no sleep. “We checked and cross-checked our lists of rich men in the area with the officers Cogswell, Heskett and as of last night, Herzfeld, and came up with two names, one of which matches the last name of a person Mrs. Herzfeld told as about, Kenneth Bohen, currently running for governor of the state and hails from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.”

She handed the files over to Emily, who began to rifle through them. “We’re going to have a tough time nailing this guy. He’s one of the richest men in the midwest, but…”

“He lost his brother 21 years ago, in what was classified as a freak construction accident,” JJ said. “That can’t be a coincidence.”

damhunterofartemis  asked:

Hey can you pleasedo one where Spencer and the reader are secretly dating, and the team doesn't even know he has a girlfriend (she doesn't work at the BAU) until somebody sees them kissing?

FANFICTION

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so it’s without a doubt, not the best:/ I’d love critical feedback and thoughts on how I can improve the next time around. Also, I think and feel as if Ive read something very similar to this but am not sure, so if it is exactly like another fic, I apologize and did not write this with the intentions of copying someone else.
(Also I apologize in advance for the crappy ending)
Thanks xx

•AFTER POSTING THIS I REALIZED THEY WERE GOING TO VIRGINIA ON THEIR JET WHILE THEY WERE ALREADY IN VIRGINIA OOPS, MY APOLOGIES•

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SPENCER X READER

Of course the team had noticed Spencer’s abnormal behavior, but no one dared to ask him about who or what was causing it. He was arriving to work later than he normally did, which of course was no big deal to anyone, but was very unlike the agent. He had been texting more often and smiling down at his phone during briefings and while working on cases, and instead of being one of the last people to leave the office after organizing files and filling out paperwork, he would rush out and leave almost immediately. Of course, everyone had their suspicions, but seeing as he was happier, the team didn’t bother asking.
What they did not know was that the doctor had been dating you for a little over 3 months. While you made him the most delighted he had been, he had just not found the right time to tell his colleagues.
Spencer hoped and guessed that they would support him and his relationship, but couldn’t help fearing that they wouldn’t. Quite frankly, he was afraid that they would make fun of him seeing as you were the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on and expectedly would never fall for a guy like him.

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“Wheels up in 30” said Emily routinely as everyone simultaneously stood up and began to shuffle out of the room.
“Leesburg, Virginia, couldn’t get any more interesting than that, could it?” mumbled Luke to no one in particular.
“You know, in 1699 the Conoy Tribe inhabited Leesburg before the Europeans began to enter the land even though it is most commonly believed that …. shoot.” replied Reid.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have my travel bag, I must have left it back at my apartment.”
“Ooh, sorry bud but we don’t have time. You might just have to go without it.”
“Yea…” said Spence as he began to pull out his phone. Luckily, you had crashed at his place last night after falling asleep together while watching movies and eating takeout. He hoped that you were still at his place and hadn’t left, but knowing you, expected that you were probably still asleep. Spencer was right and you were awakened as your phone rang, flashing the familiar number of your boyfriend.

“Good morning sweetie! Could you please please do me a huge favor?”
“Spencer it’s like 9 in the morning, what could you possibly need?”
“Well, you see we are leaving for Virginia in 30 minutes and it seems as if I’ve left my travel bag at home and I..”
“Yes Spencer, I’ll bring it to you.” you said while laughing at the fact that someone as smart as Spencer could sometimes be so forgetful.
“Agh perfect, I love you, but hurry!”
“Love you too and see you soon.”

“Wait, who was that?” retorted Luke, noticing that Spencer had not only called the person on the other line sweetie, but said he loved them.
“mmm no one.” said an alarmed Reid quickly walking away, realizing what he had just done.

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Nearly 20 minutes later, you pulled up to the parking lot of the building in which Spencer worked. You saw Spencer rush out of the front doors as you stepped out of your car, travel bag in hand.
“Ahhh, thank you so much darling. What would I do without you?” asked Reid as he embraced you in a tight hug. You laughed as he leaned in and lightly kissed you. This was not an uncommon gesture between the two of you, so when you heard cheers coming from the front doors, you were quite surprised, pulling away from Spence.
“I TOLD YOU SO!! YOU OWE ME, HAHA” hollered a blonde female dressed in bright colors and bold patterns to a smaller blonde girl standing next to her.
“Hey who are those people?” you giggled.
“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people” uttered a clearly anxious Spencer taking your hand in his and leading you to the now somewhat calm group of people.

“Everyone there is someone I want you to meet. This is my girlfriend y/n and she makes me the happiest I ever have been. She’s also the reason I’ve been acting… different lately.”

“Oh I knew it! I knew something was up with you pretty boy. I’m Penelope Garcia, it’s such a pleasure to meet you y/n! Might I say, you two make the cutest couple, and you are absolutely gorgeous!” squealed the woman that you had just seen hollering. As you shook her hand, she pulled you into a tight hug. Surrounded by his team, all smiling at you and Garcia hugging, it was then Spencer realized that he had no reason to worry.

things I'm getting annoyed with:

- people who keep saying “no hotch, no watch” as if the show doesn’t have 6 other cast members who helped made the show
- people who keep saying that Luke is “Derek’s replacement” AS IF you didn’t think the writers/crew aren’t going to being another fine guy as the new “tough guy”
- people who keep complaining at how writers are “ruining the show” these people have been on that case since season 5
- people who are complaining about luke/penelope bc it’s “replacing derek/penelope” FIRST OF ALL, no one REPLACES CHOCOLATE THUNDER OR BABY GIRL. but clearly, it has always been a BFF thing (sadly) and from what I see, Luke/Penelope can actually be a thing (PLEASE)
- people who keep complaining at how much the show has changed and it’s sucky now AS IF THERE SHOULDN’T BE ANY IMPROVEMENT FOR A TV SHOW THAT IS REMARKABLY AND STRONGLY STILL LASTING FOR 12 YEARS???

when hotch roasts an unsub/suspect:

👀👌gOod 👀 shIT👌hUh👀 go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do say so my self 💯 i say so 💯