Summary: Based on season 8, episode 6 of Criminal Minds during the softball game
You watched as Derek tried his best to teach Spencer how to play. He had to have tossed over a dozen baseballs as softly as he could, but Spencer just couldn’t get it, his patience diminishing at every missed ball.
“Spencer!” You called, hopping off of the bleachers and making your way towards him. His shoulders were hung low and he threw the bat aside.
“I don’t understand why I have to play when you and Morgan already are!” He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
“Because we’re short on players and quite frankly, Derek’s not letting you off easy. Now here.” You picked up the bat and handed it back to him. “Do you have hand-eye coordination?”
“What? What does that have to do with-”
“It’s important that you understand that you are not trying to catch the ball. You’re trying to hit it,” you said.
“Yes, Y/N, I know that and that’s the whole problem. I can’t hit the ball!”
“Which is why I’m going to help you. You see this here?” You held the fat end of the bat. “Think of this as an extension of your arm. That’s what I do to make hitting the ball easier. Imagine you’re reaching out your hand and just before you catch the ball, swing.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” he said, his eyebrows knitted.
“It usually doesn’t when I explain it, but just go with it,” you told him. “Another thing: you think too much.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “That’s what Morgan said.”
“No, Morgan said to stop thinking altogether. I’m saying stop thinking too much because if you’re too busy thinking, you’re not paying attention to how fast the ball is going.” You took a few steps away and held up a ball. “Remember, the bat is your hand. Don’t catch the ball, hit it.”
“The bat is my hand,” Spencer repeated. He picked up the bat and got ready. “Don’t catch it, hit it. Hit the ball, Spencer.”
When you pitched this time, the bat nicked the ball. It wasn’t a direct hit, nothing but a foul, but once Spencer realized that he didn’t miss his eyes lit up.
“I did it!” He yelled. You and Derek jogged back to him.
“There you go!” Derek said, clapping the genius on the back. “I told you you’d get it. Come on, let’s practice some more.”
You, Derek, and Spencer stayed on the field until the secret service guys came. You were a newer addition to the B.A.U. team so they only stared at you, wondering who you were. The rest of the team sat on the bleachers, Penelope being your main cheerleader.
Derek was the first person to bat on your team, followed by you. Spencer would be the last person to swing. Neither you or Spencer were surprised when Derek hit the ball on his first swing, making it all the way to second base.
“Watch this,” you whispered to Spencer as you stood up and chose a bat. You gave your team a thumbs up when you heard them cheer for you. Garcia and JJ were your biggest supporters, Alex, Rossi, and Hotch showing their encouragement through rare smiles.
“Look who we have here!” The secret service guy pitching the ball smirked at you, eyeing you up and down as if he couldn’t believe you were actually standing there. “Who let this chick on the field? Hey, honey, wouldn’t want you to break a nail. Why don’t you just head to the bleachers?” His comment got a few chuckles from his teammates.
You rolled your eyes.
“Just throw the ball,” you called back, getting in position. You actually saw the guy laugh before he tossed the ball as weak as he could. You caught the ball with your hand with a groan. “The hell was that?”
“I didn’t want to hurt you with a real throw, is all!”
“And I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, but you’re testing my patience,” you shot back. You heard “You tell him, Y/N!” from behind you, no doubt from Penelope.
“Alright, but you asked for it,” he said just before he threw a pitch much faster than he should have for a friendly game. You had to move aside to avoid the ball hitting you. You even felt a sharp gust of wind from how fast it went by.
“Strike one!” Screamed the umpire. You heard Derek protest in your defense from second base.
“She said she wanted me to throw like I usually did!” Said the pitcher. “Not my fault she can’t handle it!”
“This piece of-” You bit your tongue before you could curse and got back into position. Now that you knew how fast he was throwing, you knew when to hit the ball.
Once he saw you were ready he pitched again, this ball seemingly faster than the other, but it didn’t faze you in the slightest. Pulling your bat back, you swung as hard as you could, a powerful crack sounding around you as you sent the ball flying. It went too far to be caught and you knew that you’d be at home base far before they even retrieved it so you took your time walking around the diamond, a cocky smile on your face.
“Aw man!” You said, making sure you got the pitcher’s attention. You were amused once you saw the annoyed look on his face. “Looks like I broke a nail hitting the ball out of the park. Better luck next time.”
“Just get to home,” he said, turning away from you. You literally skipped your way back to home plate. You even wiped your feet on the plate once you did, disrespecting the pitcher further. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
“Where’d you learn to hit like that?” Derek asked you. You shrugged.
“It’s all in the timing.” You turned back to the field where Spencer was getting ready to swing. You ran to him.
“I don’t think I can do this, Y/N,” he said, his nervousness shining through. “We’re a point down and I don’t want to be the reason you and Morgan lose the game.”
“Spencer, we don’t care if we win or lose and we definitely won’t be mad at you. Just remember what we told you. Think less up here,” you said, pressing your finger to his forehead, “and more right here.” You patted his chest where his heart was. “You got this, man.”
You walked off the field and watched as the secret service guy taunted Reid like he did with you. After the first two pitches Spencer missed, Derek called for a timeout to give him a little pep talk. Spencer then turned to you and you motioned to both the bat and his arm, reminding of the advice you gave him earlier.
“I’m not catching, I’m hitting,” Spencer told himself. “It worked before, it’ll work again. Don’t catch it, hit it.”
At this last pitch, Spencer swung and hit the ball, you and the rest of the team standing from your seats and cheering. Spencer was so stunned that he actually hit the ball that he just stood there, forgetting that he had to run.
“Run! Run!” You yelled, snapping him out of his shock. He took off to the other bases, making it back to home plate before the other team could tag him out.
“I did it! We won!” Spencer screamed happily in your ear as you hugged him. Before you could respond, Derek picked him up on his shoulder, the rest of the team surrounding them, cheering.
Once everyone settled down you all went out for drinks to celebrate where Spencer thanked you and Derek for all your help.
“Nothing like that has ever happened to me before, so I’m glad that I have people like you guys to make great memories with,” said Spencer with a warm smile.
“That’s what we’re here for,” said Derek. You raised your glass.
“To kicking secret service ass.” The two agents laughed as they touched their glasses with yours and taking a drink, relishing on their last few incredible hours together.
8.08 reduces me to a wailing idiot. It is perhaps one of the drivers behind my writing Music in the Air…there is so much more life for Horis to experience. Pssst…Chapt 15 is nearly ready…
I feel your pain. We were given so much, and then it was taken away… But listen, we all know that Hank didn’t go to see Jill. He finally broke and went to Udo and Udo was like “FINALLY” and shipped him off to Boris.
(Also I can’t wait for more of your fic, aaaahhh!!! And I think I have a chapter to catch up on, too!)
JB: [The show] became a bit more of an ensemble at that point. Did you enjoy working with Robert and Annabeth as much as you did with Gillian Anderson?
DD: It was very different, because Gillian and I were like a mom-and-pop store. We made the business, you know? And at that point we were trying to hand it over to the kids while still being part of it. It’s kind of a difficult thing for the writers to do, to make Mulder and Scully part of an ensemble…