Request: can you do where the reader is jealous and spence has to remind her that she is the only person he is in love with and yea just a lot of fluff
Warnings: jealousy ! Fluff ;)
You and the team were all huddled up in the victim’s house in Texas for a recent case. A whole family was missing.
Everything was going by plan until the sheriff of the police department walked down the steps that led into the living room, a young petite woman following behind him. She stood behind him quietly, she didn’t look a day older than nineteen. Her dark brown hair framed over her wide doe eyes. In between her arms, she held an aged book of “Huckleberry Finn” that looks like it’s been read a thousand times.
“Sorry to bother, but I just found this young lady hiding in the bedroom closet upstairs,” The Sheriff says. By the look in Hotch’s eyes, I knew exactly who he was gonna make talk to her.
“Reid, you think you can talk to her?” Hotch questions and Spencer nods.
“Mark Twain, good choice,” Spencer comments as he leaves the living room with her.
“He’s one of my favorites,” I hear her say, a giggle following in the distance.
“He’s one of my favorites,” I whisper to myself in annoyance, using an exaggerated high pitch tone to copy her voice. I tried redirecting my mind back to the box in front of me, sorting through all the objects inside. Seems like they were moving stuff out of a boy’s room.
“You good, Y/N?” Morgan asks teasingly, a brow raised.
“I’m great,” I force a smile. You knew Spencer was a sucker for girls who were inclined to literature. You could back that claim up with his past with Maeve and you.
“Relax, green-eyed monster,” Derek laughs. “Boy Wonder over there is head over heels in love with you, he’s not leaving you anytime soon.”
“Touché to that,” JJ comments.
You huffed and left the room, files in hand to go ask the sheriff for more information about the family. And also to peak in on the conversation between Spencer and Mrs. Twain.
As you hopped up the steps, you spotted Spencer and the girl in what looks to be her bedroom. She was crying and he held her in between his arms as she did so.
“What the-” you began to stomp your way over there but someone stepped in front of you.
“Y/N, I’m stopping you from doing something you’ll regret,” Rossi scolds. “We need that girl to talk. Apparently, she’s one of the unsubs victims who managed to escape recently.”
In your opinion, this was incredibly unprofessional. But Rossi was right, the team needs a lead and if this girl is the answer to that, Spencer has to do what he has to do.
About an hour later, you and the rest of the team were back in the conference room of the police department. The second Spencer walked into the room, he found newfound perspective on the case.
“I think I figured it out,” he says quickly, rushing over to the work board. “Thanks to Leah.”
You could feel Derek’s teasing gaze on you and you turn to give him a death stare.
Spencer quickly drew up all his ideas on the board and connected all the dots within five minutes. He called up Garcia to give the team a quick biography on the life of the suspected unsub and finally, everything seemed to piece together.
When you and the team arrived at the unsub’s secondary location, everyone piled out of their cars, guns ready and pointed.
Spencer suggested bringing Leah after all the unsub ended up being her older brother. He was the cause of death of a previous family in the area, same exact M.O. You discovered that family was a surrogate for his actual one. This time he finally had the confidence and he kidnapped the parents and spared Leah. The boy was an outcast in his family, the only person who really appreciated him was Leah which is why she was left alone.
“Leah, you’re coming in with me, okay?” Spencer tells her as he places his hands on her biceps. “Be careful, don’t trigger him in any way. You’re the only one who can get through to him.”
“Okay,” she whimpers.
“Y/N, lead in Leah and me,” Spencer orders quickly before rushing towards the abandoned cabin.
You ignored the annoyance clawing at the back of your mind. You expected Spencer to at least tell you to be careful or that he loves you, but his usual comments of security were nowhere to be heard. And that just irked you.
You were supposed to protect everyone, yet here you were wanting to blitz attack the girl from behind. Luckily, you didn’t have to stare at the back of her head for much longer since you were supposed to lead them in.
You kicked the door down and rushed inside, gun pointed.
You made your way into the house just as soon as the unsub, Jackson, was about to kill his father.
“FBI!” You shouted. “Jackson, put the gun down, now!”
Jackson quickly whipped his father around, using him as a shield and pressing the gun against his head. The mother sat in the corner of the room, tied up, mouth taped and tears falling down her face.
“No!” Jackson shakes his head vigorously.
“Jackson, I know you don’t want to do this,” Spencer says, walking in with the gun pointed at the raging murderer.
“You don’t know what I want and don’t want,” Jackson spats.
“I know that you don’t want your sister to see you get killed,” Spencer says. “I know you don’t want her to suffer from the sight of seeing her parents being slaughtered right in front of her.”
“What do you mean?” Jackson says angrily.
“Leah!” Spencer calls and in walks Leah. You could feel the nerves radiating off of her from behind you.
“Leah,” Jackson breathes out. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home, safe.”
“J, I was safe at home with mom and dad,” she chokes out.
“No, no mom and dad are horrible, they deserve to die!”
“No, they don’t, J,” Leah cries.
“Yes, they do!” Jackson fires a shot causing everyone to duck and cover. Another shot goes off, but it’s not coming from Jackson. You turn around to see Spencer pointing his gun at Jackson, and two bodies hit the ground.
The father scrambled off his back and crawled over to his wife, trying to rip off the ties that had her bounded. Jackson’s lifeless body lied in a growing pool of blood from the gunshot wound given to him by Spencer.
“Are you okay?” Spencer asks in worry. You turn around, thinking he was speaking to you - but he wasn’t. He was helping Leah off her feet who seemed to be in complete shock. Then finally it hit her.
“Jackson!” She screams out. Spencer holds her back from running to her brother. He holds her tight in his arms and you could see how she’s struggling to stand so Spencer falls to the ground with her.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” Emily asks you, offering you a hand to help you off the floor.
“I’m fine,” you mumble, taking her hand. You storm out of the stuffy house, ripping off your bulletproof vest and throwing it to the ground.
You went over to Hotch who was speaking to the EMT’s and waited until he was done speaking.
“May I go back to the hotel?” You ask impatiently.
“Everything is in check so yes, you may leave,” Hotch nods. “Jet won’t be ready until 6 am, you know the drill.”
“Yup,” you say curtly and turn on your heels towards one of the SUV’s.
“Y/N!” Hotch calls out. You turn around and give him a questioning look. “I don’t think Spencer realizes what he’s doing. I’ll give him until tonight before he realizes what’s wrong.”
“I don’t think he realizes either,” you agree. You hop into the SUV and quickly pull out of the police car filled lot.
You wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, change into your pajamas and rest in bed. You were irritated and exhausted, plus Spencer being oblivious to your jealousy was a pain.
When you stepped out of the steamy bathroom in your oversized T-shirt and fuzzy socks, you didn’t expect to see Spencer sitting on the bed, fiddling with his thumbs.
“Why are you back so early?” You question. “I thought you still had some stuff to take care of.”
Spencer immediately caught the change in your tone of voice. He felt something was wrong earlier, but he brushed it off as you being annoyed with the case.
He felt his mood drop even more as you walked past him without a hug or a kiss, not even a smile. You just went to the other side of the bed and crawled in without acknowledging him again.
“Y/N,” he trails off, scared to ask you. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t even know, huh?” You chuckle in disbelief. “Good night, Spencer.”
You reached over and turned off the light on the bedside table, your side of the room was now in shadows and only the light from the bathroom illuminated the dark room.
Spencer wracked his brain with different problems he might have caused between the two of you - but he kept coming up blank. He didn’t know what he did to tick you off.
Then he remembered a comment Morgan made before Spencer took off.
“Tell the green-eyed monster I say hello,” he joked.
It clicked. Spencer remembered the saying for jealousy was “green-eyed monster”. He just didn’t know why Morgan would bring it up.
Spencer looked over at you and he frowned. The green-eyed monster was you.
“I know what I messed up,” Spencer breaks the silence. “I ignored you the whole day. I put all my attention on Leah.”
You throw the covers off of you and sit up in annoyance.
“That’s not all, Spencer,” you frown. “I was annoyed yeah, but what really hurt me is what happened when we were in the unsub’s house.”
“What happened in the-” Spencer stopped mid-sentence. He remembered when the first bullet went off towards the middle of the room, instead of asking if you were okay, he went straight to Leah.
“Yeah, you know where I’m coming from now?” You say. Spencer rushed over to your side of the bed and turned on your bedside lamp. He kneeled down on the floor beside you and took your hands.
“Y/N, I’m in love with you, okay?” He begins. “I don’t know why you were jealous of Leah in the first place, I was just trying to solve the case and she was the key to it. Y/N, you’re a professionally trained law enforcement officer, I know I don’t need to worry about you.”
“But Leah, she’s perfect for you!” You exclaim quietly. “She reads the classics, she’s easygoing, she’s beautiful.”
“I think you just described yourself,” Spencer chuckles. “You’re perfect for me, Y/N. You’re more than just beautiful and intelligent, you’re the love of my life. You feel like home to me. No one is ever going to change that.”
“Do you really believe that?” You ask softly.
“I do,” he responds. “I love you, Y/N.”
You give him a small smile before leaning down and kissing his forehead and then his lips. You could hear him kicking off his shoes before he crawls into the bed with you and envelops you in his arms, never breaking the kiss.
“Maybe I should shower,” he breathes out as he breaks the kiss. “Do you know how many pathogens I could be passing onto you-”
“Shh,” you press a finger to his lips, “just enjoy the moment.”
Spencer lets out a small laugh before returning his lips to yours in a sweet and loving kiss.
ANOTHA ONE. Sorry if these aren’t that good I’m a little rusty ;( BUT IM PUTTING IN THAT WORK ! SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES, I NEVER PROOFREAD MY STUFF