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Fake Diamonds Are An Interrogator’s Best Friend

Originally posted by angelpaigex

Request: For @angelsdeadromance who requested prompt #26 “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake” where the reader is trying to get a female serial killer to confess so she says that to the unsub to get her angry. Reid is in the interrogation room with her and he has a hard time not laughing. 

A/N: I did take some liberties with this one and put Reid and the reader in an established relationship because it fit better. Also if you want to request a fic just drop a character and a scenario in my inbox or a character and the number for a prompt off of this list. You can make the request as simple or as detailed as you want it to be. Side note: If I used your name for a vic’s name or the name of our killer I do apologize.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Some mild descriptions of the crime and murder but nothing too graphic, and some mild foul language


“Hotch please tell me we have something other than that she was in possession of the wedding rings and that she ran?” you asked as you stared through the two-way mirror watching the female unsub sit in the interrogation room quietly humming with her legs crossed at the ankle and hands resting on the table. The BAU had been called in to work a case in Baltimore Maryland. Three women and a man had been murdered over the course of the last month, one a week. All had received quite the beating before receiving a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head execution style. All of them had been found in alleyways, stripped down to their underwear and all of their wedding rings had been taken. The only thing that the victims appeared to have had in common was that they were married. Well, that was until Garcia did a little digging. 

(Flashback)

“Tell me something good Baby Girl.”

“More of a question than a statement, but how do you feel about polygamy chocolate thunder?”

“Mh really not into sharing sweetness,” he shot back smiling. 

“You and Kevin looking into trying some new things, Garcia?” JJ asked. 

“Nothing icky like that my sunshine. Now back to the reason I brought it up. All four of your vics are actually married. Well let me rephrase that, Ian is married to Jessica, Rose, Theresa and here’s the kicker he’s got a fourth wife. Here name is Miranda Kent and she lives well within the desired hunting zone,” Garcia explained and you could hear the keyboard clacking as she typed. 

“I’m sorry you’re telling my this man was married four times and not one of these women had a clue?” Emily asked. 

“Sometimes love can make us blind to the truth,” Rossi replied.

“But only for so long. This is starting to sound like a tale of murders committed by a jilted lover,” you muttered. “Tell me this jerk doesn’t have any more wives.”

“No my sweet, the pig’s last wife and the only one to outlive him is Mrs. Miranda Kent and I have just sent the work and home addresses to your phone,” Garcia replied. 

“Good work Garcia. Morgan, Reid, and Prentis take the work address. JJ, Rossi, (Y/N), and I will go to the house. Kent’s either our killer or she’s our next victim,” Hotch delegated and everyone grabbed their kevlar.

“Spence, wait one sec,” you said jogging over to him. 

“Hm? What’s up?” he asked spinning around to face him. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. You felt him start smiling against your lips as he moved his hand to your neck and tangled a hand in your hair. After years of being together you’d both warmed up to the idea of public displays of affection, always doing so before arrests or dangerous field work just in case something bad happened.

“I love you and please be careful,” you muttered as you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, and same goes to you about being careful,” he replied, reaching around to smooth down the velcro on your vest. 

“Hey, lovebirds! You can make out later, we’ve got a suspect to bring in,” Morgan teased, holstering his gun and headed out for one of the SUV’s. The two of you laughed. Even after dating for two years and being engaged for about six months, Morgan never got tired of teasing you and Spencer about how caught up in each other you both were. Spencer pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you both jogged over to separate SUVs. Miranda Kent had been at her house that she shared with Ian, polishing four different wedding rings. 

(Back to the present)

“Unfortunately no. All we can prove is that she was in possession of rings and because they are wiped clean of prints and blood there isn’t any way to prove she was the one who murdered them,” Hotch said as he came up and stood beside you. “We need a confession.”

“And you’re planning on getting one how?” 

“Not me, you and Reid are.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“We profiled that these were crimes both premeditated and crimes of passion. You and Spencer are one of the happiest engaged couples I’ve ever seen. If Miranda is our killer she probably realized that her husband was finding happiness somewhere else. Seeing a happy couple might just put her on edge,” Hotch explained. 

“Makes sense, just give me a minute to grab Spence,” you said and walked off toward the break room. You found your lovely fiance enjoying a cup of coffee and talking to Morgan. 

“How’s interrogation going?” Derek asked.

“Hasn’t started yet. I need to borrow you,” you said turning your attention back to Spencer. 

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well, Hotch seems to think that seeing a happy couple would somehow trigger an agitated response which might get us the confession we need to convict, but I’m thinking we need to come at this from a different angel,” you explained. 

“Whatcha thinking mama?” Derek asked taking an interest in your plan. 

“Well think about it, Miranda killed the three women and her husband because they weren’t being faithful. Ian wasn’t being faithful to their marriage and each of those women she saw as one of the reasons for him being unfaithful.”

“Not following how this is going to help us in interrogation. What are you going to do convince her that you and Reid are having an affair of some kind?” Morgan asked, laughing at the ridiculous idea. 

“Exactly,” you answered. “Now let’s see,” you commented pulling Spencer so that he was standing up straighter. “Morgan go find me something that looks like a wedding ring.” Derek rolled his eyes and muttered something about having to do all the work. After he’d left, you tugged Spencer’s tie over his head and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, going slightly rigid as you pressed your lips against his throat. 

“Because we are amping up the sexy cheater aspect,” you clarified as you pulled away satisfied with the hickey that was now visible on the high right side of his neck. 

“By making it look like we had a quicky in the break room?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

 “Well something like that,” you replied smiling goofily and slipped your engagement ring into your pocket. “Having an affair with a married man might just get under her skin.” You ruffled your hair so that it fell in a more alluring way around your face and ditched your blazer. 

“Alright here’s your- woah, am I interrupting something,” Derek asked walking back in and taking note of both of your changes in appearance. 

“Just some last minute additional touches to sell this thing as much as possible,” you replied fixing the collar on your shirt. 

“Whatever you say Baby Girl and here is your ring. Borrowed it from Officer Jackson and promised to return it within the hour,” Morgan told you and handed the ring to Reid who slipped it on. You looked yourself over and Spencer, deciding that it was quite convincing. You slipped your hand in his and dragged him off toward interrogation. 

“(Y/N) what did you do?” Hotch asked, clearly confused as the two of you came around the corner. 

“Trust me Hotch, I’ll get our confession,” you assured him and picked up the case file, straightening your pile. Hotch gave you a look but chose not say anything as you and Reid walked into interrogation. “Miranda Kent my name is Special Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid,” you said taking a seat in front of her and Spencer sitting down beside you. 

“Pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid and to formally meet you Agent (Y/L/N). You look much nicer when you’re not handcuffing me against a wall for crimes I did not commit,” she said smiling sweetly at you.

“Well you know when you try to run from law enforcement, it tends to cast a guilty shadow on you,” you shot back resting your hands on the table.

“I’m behind on my rent,” she defended, crossing her arms. 

“And the landlord usually sends the FBI to collect rent?” 

“Look I don’t know what you think you have on me, but I didn’t kill my husband or those women. I don’t even know them,” she snapped. 

“You were in possession of the women’s wedding rings as well as your husband’s,” Spencer said. 

“Sometimes my husband takes his ring off and forgets to put it back on when he’s home,” Miranda explained. 

“Now see I don’t think a happily married man would just forget to put his ring back on or for some reason be in possession of three other sets of women’s wedding rings. I mean, Spence would you?”

“No, I shower with mine,” he replied. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled running your fingers up his arm. Miranda’s eyes flicked between the two of you. “Oh sorry, sometimes I forget that our relationship shouldn’t be brought up during work.”

“Relationship? You two married or something?” Miranda asked.

“Well, I guess we would technically call it an affair because he’s married but I am about to become a sister wife,” you squealed feigning excitement. Spence looked like he was about to bust out laughing and you pinched his thigh. “See people like you are what ruin our kind of relationships,” you said getting up and draping yourself over Spencer’s shoulders. “A wife like you is bound to get jealous.”

“For the hundredth time, I do not know those women. Look I just lost my husband and I’ve got no idea where the other wedding rings came from,” she said frustratedly. 

“So the rings of three dead women as well as your husband just happen to be in your possession?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. Have you ever considered it might all be one giant coincidence?”

“You’re lying Miranda.”

“And I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” you said leaning forward, “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” You watched as she narrowed her eyes at you and visibly paled. You saw Spencer raise an eyebrow at you and smirk like he was about to start laughing so you stepped on his foot. You had no clue whether or not it was fake, but you were baiting her and it was working. 

“What are you talking about?” she demanded. 

“You see the way that the light is glinting off that stone, it doesn’t sparkle like a real diamond would. That is nothing more than some cheap glass. Ian probably bought it for you at a costume jewelry shop,” you clarified, sitting back down in your chair. 

“No, no that’s not possible,” she muttered trying to keep from shaking. 

“Oh but I’m afraid it is, and its funny the diamonds in Jessica, Rose, and Theresa’s rings were all authentic. He must’ve cared about them more than he cared about you. It’s a good thing that my future hubby loves me as much as he loves his wife. I’ve been promised a 1.5 carat diamond ring with two rubies surrounding it,” you explained wrapping your arm around Spencer’s and leaning your head on his shoulder. That was the final straw. Something in Miranda broke and she lunged across the table for you. Both you and Spencer quickly recoiled back as Morgan and Hotch charged the room, pinning Miranda back in her chair. 

“You’re wrong stupid bitch! Ian loved me most, those other whores were just distractions that kept him away from me!” she growled.

“That’s why you killed them? To get your husband back?” you asked, “if so why would you kill Ian?”

“Because he found out what I was doing and tried to stop me. If I couldn’t have him to myself, no one could,” she growled. Miranda looked you and Spencer up and down. Until this point, you hadn’t realized that he was holding you. “That’s all you whores are, homewreckers.” 

“Do you know how I know that diamond is a fake?” you asked quietly reaching in your pocket as you leaned toward her. 

“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me,” she sneered. 

“Because mine is the real deal,” you replied sliding your ring on your finger. “He’s not married and we aren’t having an affair. He’s my fiance. Your first mistake was not leaving your asshole of a husband when you found out he was cheating on you and got married to the other woman,” you said in the same sweet tone that she had used with you earlier. You smiled and grabbed Spencer’s hand, starting to leave interrogation and headed for coffee. 

“You were awesome in there,” Spencer said as he poured two cups, one for you and one for him. 

“Eh, all in a day’s work. Just had to find the right angle to get under her skin. Although, you did almost ruin it when you started laughing,” you replied bumping his shoulder. 

“Sorry, it was hard to keep it together. The idea of sharing your significant other with another person is ridiculous to me,” he explained stirring his sugar. 

“Not into sharing, Dr. Reid?” you asked teasing him by quoting Derek from earlier that day. 

“Not at all,” he said lowly, almost growling as he wrapped his arms around you, lacing his fingers together behind your back. You giggled draping your arms over his shoulders and brushed your lips against his. 

“When we get back, I’m thinking we go out tonight. Dinner, drinks, and then head back to my apartment for some more private entertainment,” you suggested, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he muttered in reply. 

“Alright you two, let’s pack up and go home,” Hotch said sticking his head in the room. “And don’t even think about joining the mile high club on the jet ride home.” You and Spencer both burst out laughing at his comment. You pulled away after giving him one last kiss and walked off in search of your bag. 

 “Told you I’d get the confession,” you muttered as you passed Hotch. He gave you on of his rare smiles and shook his head. 

Criminal Minds AU Episode 7: Quoth the Raven

-Episode Guide-

Previously On…

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Part 6

“Madame and Mademoiselle L’Espanaye were not destroyed by spirits. The doers of the deed were material, and escaped materially. Then how? Fortunately, there is but one mode of reasoning upon the point, and that mode must lead us to a definite decision. Let us examine, each by each, the possible means of egress.”

Allyson found herself so enraptured by the performance going onstage that she didn’t even notice as the theater director approached them, only redirecting her attention once Reid had subtly elbowed her in the ribs.

“Agents,” she said as a means of introduction as she approached them. “Angela Markson, Director of Theater here at the Augusta Palace.”

“Special Agent Allyson Reid,” Allyson replied, shaking the woman’s hand. “This is my partner Dr. Spencer Reid. Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us.”

“This won’t take long, I hope?” Angela asked. “We open shortly and, if I can be frank, my Assistant Director is completely helpless up there without me. I may as well have a troupe of monkeys parading around on that stage with the lack of direction he provides.”

“We’ll try to take up as little of your time as we can,” Allyson said. “I take it you’ve heard about the string of murders that have occurred over the past few days.”

“I have,” Angela replied. “And I think it’s horrible what’s happening. I truly do. But I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

“Are you aware that the murders have been staged to represent scenes taken from various works of Edgar Allen Poe?” Reid asked.

Angela shook her head. “I haven’t really been following the story that closely. As I said, we’ve been very busy with our production.”

“Over the past week, four people have been murdered, each in a unique way,” Allyson said, attempting to hide her frustration at the woman’s lack of interest in helping them. “The crime scenes, though appearing to be random at first, have been revealed to be scenes taken from different works of Poe.”

“The level of detail gone into ensuring that each of the crime scenes was as accurate to it’s literary counterpart suggests that our unsub may have spent some time as a member of a theater troupe,” Reid added. “Now, I don’t think that it’s a coincidence that your theater is putting on a production of one of Poe’s works, set to open roughly around the time these attacks have begun.”

Angela narrowed her eyes at Reid. “If you are suggesting that someone in my cast has been a part of this—” But Allyson hurriedly cut her off.

“Ms. Markson, I can assure you that we are not accusing any of your cast or crew members. However, we feel that whoever is responsible for all of this may have been a part of your theater troupe sometime in the past.”

“Was there anyone who would repeatedly audition for parts, but never win any of the roles?” Reid asked. “Someone whose heart was in it, who clearly had the passion for the theater, but was just never quite right?”

Angela looked ready to dismiss him, but Allyson saw her head freeze mid-shake, her eyes widening slightly. Okay. Now we’re getting somewhere.

“Upon being rejected for the part, he would probably sign on to work with the crew,” Allyson said. “Anything that would give him a chance to continue to be a part of the production.”

“Until you announced this production,” Reid said. “When you announced this particular production, he would have gone all out for his audition. He would have gotten angry at being rejected. Maybe even violent.”

“He would have felt cheated,” Allyson added, remembering the messages of envy and jealousy scrawled over the walls. “As if he was denied the part because no one understood what he was trying to do. As if he was trying to make a statement.”

“Oh my god,” Angela said under her breath, one shaking hand going to her mouth. “I…We don’t really talk about…You have to understand. I always thought he was just an odd, young man. But then…after that…”

“What happened, Ms. Markson?” Reid asked in a soft voice.

Angela glanced quickly over her shoulder, but the scene was still playing out on the stage behind them (although, it appeared to be unclear where exactly the director wanted the actor to go as he continued to walk around in circles, stumbling over his lines). She leaned closer to the twins, speaking in a much lower voice.

“There was this young man about a year ago. He said he was a relatively new graduate from film school and he wanted to get his start. I thought it odd that he would come here instead of trying to test his luck in California or New York, but we’re always happy for new talent here. And just like you said, Agent, he definitely tried. His heart was certainly in it, but he was just never quite right for the part. Even when he worked on the crew. His sets were always so dark and twisted. We usually had to redo them before the production.

“Two months ago when we announced that we would be doing this play in celebration of the Halloween season, he was ecstatic. Said he had spent days working on his audition monologue. And, I’ll admit, I was a little intrigued to see what he came up with. This certainly seemed like his field of interest. Maybe he would surprise me.”

She stopped suddenly, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. Allyson reached forward and put a consoling hand on her arm. “What happened, Ms. Markson?”

She swallowed with difficulty and cleared her throat, attempting to compose herself. “He came up and began doing a monologue from Poe’s short story ‘The Black Cat.’ I’m not sure if either of you are familiar w—”

“We are,” Reid and Allyson said in unison.

“Well, then you know that it features a rather gruesome scene involving the forced blinding of the cat,” Angela said, and the twins both nodded, Allyson actually grimacing as she recalled the scene in question where the narrator, in a drunken rage one night, brutally cuts out one of the eyes of his pet cat after the animal bites him.

“At first, I was expecting a pantomime of sorts,” Angela continued. “Until, he reached into the box he’d brought with him, and pulls out a live black cat.” She shuddered again as she continued, her voice barely audible at this point. “He pulls a knife out of his pocket, holds the poor animal by the scruff of its neck, and—”

She stopped abruptly, but neither of the twins needed her to continue. Allyson turned to her brother and saw Spencer meet her eyes, giving her a small nod. It definitely sounded like this guy was a definite contender for their unsub.

“We banned him from the theater after that,” Angela said once she had managed to calm herself down. “He got angry. Told us that we wouldn’t appreciate ‘real art’ if it stabbed us in the face. Harry, my Assistant Director, threatened to call the police if he didn’t leave. I haven’t seen him since then.”

That fit the timeline. With murders that needed to be completed so specifically and staged so perfectly—not to mention the time taken to build the axe pendulum that killed Logan Summers—Allyson and Reid knew their man in question had been very busy over the past few weeks.

“Do you remember his name?” Allyson asked.

Angela thought for a moment. “Alex. Alex Patterson.”

“Thank you so much,” Reid said as Allyson pulled out her phone and sent a text to Garcia, telling her to look up everything she could about Alex Patterson.

“Do you really think it could be him?” Angela asked, looking horrified at the very thought.

“You’ll know when we do,” Allyson replied. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Markson.”

“Of course,” Angela said, shaking Allyson’s hand. “I’m sorry. I really need to get back.”

Reid and Allyson nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to get to the stage. As the two of them left the theater, Allyson exchanged another silent look with her brother, knowing that he was thinking the same exact thing as her:

The thought of a psycho like this not being their unsub was truly an unsettling thought.

——————————

It was late when the twins got back to the precinct which, coupled with the fact that Alex Patterson turned out to be a much more common name than the team would have initially thought, meant that the team was going to have to continue the investigation the next morning. It had been a rather eventful twenty-four hours and everyone’s brains were fried at this point with all of this information. After all, with the amount of preparation and detail that went into these crime scenes, it seemed unlikely that they would have a new body soon.

Unfortunately, that theory proved to be bullshit as the team awoke the next morning to the news that a new victim had been discovered, covered in black raven feathers and accompanied by a quote. Hotch had sent Morgan and Prentiss back to the crime scene, asking the twins to accompany them as they were most familiar with the unsub’s material and, therefore, might be able to make the most sense of the crime scene.

Alana Warren was the latest tragedy. A young girl of 25, she had been discovered in the middle of a cemetery, stabbed once through the heart, her body lying across a gravestone, arms crossed, eyes closed. In addition to murder, the culprit had also committed grave desecration, his latest quote scrawled across the side of a small monument erected near Alana’s head.

“‘The night, tho’ clear, shall frown/And the stars shall look not down/From their high thrones in the heaven,’” Morgan read, and Allyson actually found herself stumped at the source for this quote.

“Spirits of the Dead,” Reid said. “One of his earlier works. Probably good that I read it last night.” And Allyson now found herself silently grateful that her brother had insisted they stop by a bookstore before stopping at the hotel in order for him to pick up a new Poe anthology to study last night.

“It’s an interesting choice,” Reid continued, crouching down next to the body. “Not a whole lot of vivid scenery in that poem. Especially compared to his other ones. It more so reflects on the writer’s feelings of complete loneliness and isolation, feeling as though not even the dead are truly with him.”

“That could reflect the unsub’s own feelings,” Prentiss suggested. “You guys said the theater director stated that Alex Patterson was a bit of a loner. Maybe after the theater troupe banned him, he truly felt like he belonged nowhere else in the world.”

“It’s possible,” Allyson agreed. “But this seems to be a step down from his previous crime scenes. I mean, from what Garcia pulled up about Alana Warren, she was the exact opposite of alone.” Number one in her class. Oldest of four siblings. Coached pee-wee soccer at the local rec center. From the sounds of it, Alana Warren hadn’t been alone for nearly her entire life.

“But that’s all just on the surface,” Morgan said. “We have no idea what she was feeling inside. Maybe surrounding herself with people was an attempt to cope with the isolation and loneliness she felt inside.”

“Well, that’s a cheerful thought,” Prentiss muttered under her breath, examining the raven feathers briefly before throwing them in an evidence bag. “If only feathers worked like human DNA and we could pinpoint which raven these belong to.”

“Even if that were possible, it would be highly unlikely that we would ever be able to track down the specific bird,” Reid said. “Though they tend to stick to regulatory migration patterns, it’s rare for birds of any kind to remain in the same area for too long. They typically will travel to a new area to build a nest and lay their eggs, but after that, they often will fly off to new—”

“Reid! It was a joke,” Prentiss said, cutting him off mid-ramble.

“Well, one thing is for sure,” Morgan said. “He’s escalating. That’s three bodies in just under four days. I don’t know what his endgame in all of this is, but I have a feeling that’s big and it’s coming soon.”

As the four agents headed back to the precinct, feeling like they had more questions than answers at this point, they found themselves hoping that Garcia had been able to find out some information about this strange case. Fortune smiled down on them as they returned to see Hotch, JJ, and Gideon huddled around the phone in the main conference room, Garcia’s voice ringing through the speaker.

“…and can I just be the first to say that I hope they find a dark, damp, super uncomfortable hole to throw this icky jerk in for what he did to—”

“Whoa, whoa, Baby Girl, slow down,” Morgan said as he, Prentiss, and the twins also crowded around the table. “What happened?”

“What happened? What happened? Oh, my sweet sculpted God of Chocolate, let me tell you that this Alex Patterson is one messed-up, crazy-headed, disgusting son of a—”

“You found him, Garcia?” Allyson asked, though judging by her tone (and the fact that Garcia loved animals probably more than people), she felt that to be a safe bet.”

“So I cross-checked Alex Patterson with the theater group,” Garcia said, her voice still shaking slightly with rage. “And while I didn’t come up with a lot, I was able to stumble across this pleasant little video which I am sending to you now.” Sure enough, the screen behind them lit up with a video link.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make myself a cup of very strong tea and try to prevent that scarring image from being forever engrained into my beautiful head,” Garcia continued. “Back in a flash, my loves.”

As she hung up, the team turned their attention to the screen behind them. JJ hit play on the monitor and they watched the scene unfold. Just like Angela had told the twins, they watched Alex Patterson perform onstage, throwing out the lines with a passion unlike anything they had ever seen. In fact, at first, it seemed like a rather good audition.

However, that all changed as he reached into the crate in front of him, pulling out a fluffy black cat. Allyson knew what was coming next and actually found herself averting her eyes from the screen as shrieks suddenly filled the air, accompanied by hissing and spitting from the poor creature in his arms. Thankfully, the feed stopped shortly after that, the horrific sounds vanishing into the stunned silence brought on by the team.

“Well, I definitely think this guy is a safe bet,” JJ said, her voice full of disgust.

“The theater director said that upon being banned, he grew angry and even verbally threatened the company,” Allyson explained. “Given the amount of time it would take him to stage all of these crime scenes so perfectly, not to mention pick and stalk his victims, it’s conceivable that would be the stressor.”

“He definitely went all out on his audition,” Hotch said. “And it would explain the feelings of jealousy he’s been alluding to in the quotes he’s been leaving.”

“Garcia, do you have an address?” Prentiss asked. There was a brief silence on the other end, but eventually, they heard their analyst return, no doubt drinking her tea that most likely was not just tea.

“Uhh…home address is coming at you right now!” she said, typing away. “I will try to dig up what more I can about this sicko. Until then, please stay safe my loves.”

Ten minutes later, the team had assembled outside of Alex Patterson’s apartment door. After knocking several times and receiving no response, local PD had bashed the door in as, one by one, the BAU made their way into the room, weapons drawn, each on high alert. Though it was quickly determined that Alex was not in the building, that’s not what immediately caught everyone’s attention.

The room was bathed in a dark, ruby red glow, compliments of the crimson lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. As if that wasn’t creepy enough, the walls had been covered in scribbles, the handwriting matching that found at the crime scenes. Some of it Allyson recognized as bits and fragments from Poe’s works. Some of it seemed to be mad ramblings. And biggest of all, written several times across the wall, was just one word: NEVERMORE.

“Just when I think it can’t get more disturbing…” Prentiss said, slowly lowering her weapon.

“He’s on the move,” Hotch said. “He’s clearly deteriorating. Whatever his endgame is, it’s coming soon.”

“It is,” Reid said from the other room, coming back to join the others clutching something in his hand. “And I know what story he’s doing,” he added as he showed them the skeletal mask he had found lying in the middle of Alex’s bed.

A death mask.

I’m Aaron Hotchner. Unit Chief, and I’m the guy that will tell the Attorney General of the United States whether to charge you with obstruction of a federal justice or negligence of homicide.

Get off my crime scene

— 

SSA Aaron Hotchner { Criminal Minds 4x9 “Minimal Loss”}

Originally posted by humpsahead

You Gotta Be Kidding Me (Part Six)

Request:

Hey there, can you please do a crossover with supernatural and criminal minds where the reader is Sam and Dean’s sister and is dating Reid and Sam and Dean don’t think Reid is good enough for their sister, that is until Reid saves their asses from a supernatural beast. The brothers then find out that the reader told Spencer everything about her past when she had to save Spencer from a vampire on one of their dates together and that the reader trained him to recognize and hunt the supernatural.


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Heyy, Can you do one where the reader starts her job at the BAU tomorrow and the night before she hooks up with spencer And they are very shocked that they are on the same team and try to hide there hook up but can't stay away from each other and fall madly in love! Please please please please!!! Thanks so much❤️


Hello, dear anon! I’m very sorry for the delay, I’ve had a busy weekend. I really appreciate the message you sent me too! Spencer seems to be the most popular BAU member at the moment :3 Y/N = Your Name. I left details of the reader’s outfit vague so this imagine is as inclusive as it can be.

I now won’t be using the ‘Keep Reading’ link, as a lovely anon pointed out that mobile users can’t read what is underneath. I apologise for any inconvenience that this may cause.

You stood in your bedroom, clothes and coat-hangers littering the room, trying to decide what you would wear on your date with Spencer Reid. While you were usually very cautious when talking to people online, you and Spencer had Skyped frequently and his personality appeared to be consistent. You felt like you could trust him. I hope you’re right about him.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, you decided to just wear what you wanted, as being in a stuffy outfit that didn’t fit your personality while meeting someone face to face for the first time just wasn’t you, and you wanted to be as comfortable as you could on your date. 


The date had finished about an hour ago and you were now laying in bed, thinking back on the time you had had with Spencer. The two of you had met at a comfortable restaurant that was well-known to the both of you, and after you had eaten the cheapest food on the menu (you weren’t about to spend the last of this month’s money on a meal with someone you had just met for the first time, no matter how much you liked him), you had gone for a walk through the park that reached around the back of the restaurant. 

The two of you had been quiet and Spencer had flashed you a lot of awkward, tight-lipped smiles at first, but once your food had arrived and the two of you had gotten into your meals, the conversation had started flowing as easily as the drinks in your glasses. 

The two of you had had a really nice night together, and though there were some rather obvious differences between the two of you, there was nothing that you couldn’t overlook or work out if the two of you were to enter into a relationship. 

Looking at the clock, you sighed. It was almost midnight, and you were starting at the BAU department of the FBI tomorrow. You had transferred over to the BAU from another unit, as there were more opportunities to further your career and a better pay rate. 


“Everyone, this is Special Agent Y/N, she’s the newest member of our team.” As each member of the team stepped forward to shake your hand and offer you a warm smile and the occasional hug, you caught Spencer’s eyes. Oh no. I broke the biggest rule in the BAU last night and I haven’t even started yet. Best hope no one finds out.

You shook Spencer’s hand warmly as he stepped forward to greet you. “Hi, I’m Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reid. I’m Y/N.”

Spencer stepped back and Hotch looked at you. “Garcia will show you the boardroom, meet there in thirty. Good luck, Y/N.”

“Thank you, sir.” Hotch gave you a small smile before going into his office. 


As the weeks passed and you settled into your job, you found yourself meeting Spencer’s eyes more and more, and somehow you almost always ended paired up with him on cases. The two of you rarely had the time to meet up after work or during the weekends, and when you did have time off, it was mostly used to catch up on sleep or look after the house. 

You were sat at your cluttered desk, littered with empty vending machine coffee cups, crumpled snack bar wrappers and pieces of paper haphazardly stuck together with paper clips. 

Something was blocking your light and you looked up to see Spencer’s nervous smiling face. “Hello, stranger.” You greeted, a light blush rising to your cheeks. 

“So, uh, I realised that we never got that second date.” Spencer gave you an awkward quirk of his lips. 

You smiled. “No, we never did, did we?” 

“So, uh, what I was wondering was, uh, would you like to go to this convention with me? I know it’s not a typical date, but -”

You cut Spencer off with a kind smile. “Sure! I’d love to go with you.”

“Uh, really? Because I thought we -”

You cut him off again with another smile. “No, I really mean it.” You leaned forward slightly, catching his eyes.

“That’s great! I mean, we can -” You let Spencer ramble on, his excited tone setting a tune for the second date and all the dates to come after that. You weren’t quite in love with him yet, and he wasn’t quite there for you, but you both felt it. Something. There was something there, brewing in your stomachs, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

I hope you enjoy this, and if not, then please do not be afraid to let me know so I can add any changes! Stay safe, my lovelies! <3 

Blood Brothers



“Could you do a reader x Reid where they work together and Reid very obviously has a crush on the reader and he’s asked her out on multiple occasions and she’s turned him down every time for whatever reason but then one day he asks her out again and she finally says yes and they go and have a cute little first date and they both have a great time and just general fluffiness?”

“Could you do a little drabble where the reader and Reid were best friends when they were little, but the reader then moved. But later on in life, the team has a case and they have to call in a forensic science team and the reader is on the team? Then the reader and Reid go get a coffee after the case is solved and there’s a lot of fluff and bubbly excitement? Sorry if that’s hard to understand.”


Okay, so this is going to be a two or three parter. I haven’t decided. I just couldn’t force everything into one part.


Word count: 674

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When the armour comes off

Darcy Lewis/Spencer Reid (a Thor/Criminal Minds crossover)

When Special Agent Spencer Reid rescues S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Darcy Lewis from the clutches of a serial killer, things don’t quite go according to plan. The two get to know each other while spending the night holed up in a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house.

Word count: 6,100 (complete)

Author’s Note: I started this a million years ago and I’m so glad it’s finally done! It’s pretty much what you’d expect from me–a total fluff fest (with a good dash of hurt/comfort).

Here on AO3
Here on ff.net

I HONESTLY DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE IS FUNNIER

“Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, a classically misunderstood genius whose social IQ is as low as his intellectual is high”

“Penelope Garcia, a computer wizard”

I just started watching The X-Files and I’m forever confused. I mean do I stare and drool at Mulder? Do I stare and drool at Scully? Or do I stare and drool at both? But how am I gonna concentrate on all the spooky conspiracy stuff if I keep getting distracted by all the sexiness on my screen?

13 Reasons Why Dr. Reid is the Man of Your Dreams

1. He’s absolutely adorable!
And he has been for 10 seasons.

2. He will never forget your birthday or anniversary.
…or anything else for that matter.

3. He’s the perfect date to any event.
With his knowledge of random facts, small talk and jokes with your boss is no problem.

4. He is not afraid to ask questions.
Who doesn’t love a man who’s willing to admit that he doesn’t know all of the answers?

5. He’s unbelievably caring.
He takes great care of his mentally-ill mother and, as a doctor, is willing to put everyone’s safety over his.

6. He’s smart. Like really smart.
And if that’s not enough, he’s currently working on his Philosophy degree.

7. He has some of the coolest friends.
You get an all access pass to hanging out with people like Derek Morgan. You might even get to take a cooking lesson with David Rossi!

8. He’s selfless.
Even under torture, he never gave up his team. That goes for you, too!

9. He’s quite fashionable.
Unlike the other Supervisory Special Agents, Reid carries a cool revolver and a sick messenger bag.

10. He loves nerdy girls!
Love books? He can read 20,000 words per minute!

11. He’s great with kids.
His godson Henry loves him more than anything.

12. He know’s what it’s like to be different.
And, as a result, treats everyone with the respect they deserve.

13. He would literally die for you.
He’s willing to give his life for those he loves.