Words Written on Your Wrist | Part 4 | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Soulmates! Spencer Reid x reader
Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon
Summary: 8 months after you confess to your soulmate that he is, in fact, your soulmate, things go south, and feelings fade. Will you be able to fix things before time runs out?
A/N: Woah two chapters in less than 24 hours, I spoil you all. Prepare for your heart strings to get pulled! Feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to reblog.
“Spencer, we’ve talked about this,” You snap, leaning against the table in his kitchen with your arms crossed protectively over your chest. “I want to take this slow, it doesn’t matter if we’re soulmates, I just want to bide our time and take slow steps.”
“We’re obviously meant to spend the rest of our lives together, Y/N, I just don’t see why a ring around our fingers would make a big difference in comparison.” His voice was raised in frustration, his hands up in the air.
You and Spencer had had this argument a few times before, but never more than minor bickering, nowhere near the bull blown fight you were having at the moment. He wanted to get married, but in your mind, getting married after only dating for eight months, soulmates or not, was irresponsible. You knew he was worried he might lose you, you didn’t think he was ever quite sure that you were in this for the long run, considering your first response to finding out you were soulmates was to hide it.
“Spencer getting married is a huge step that I am not ready to take.” You say firmly, standing your ground. You saw something change on his face, his frustrated expression dropped to a glare, something you had rarely seen on his features. He was normally very gentle and understanding with you, but you knew this was something that was important to him, and it touched a nerve when you refused to wed him.
“Why, because you still want to keep your options open considering you didn’t even want me in the first place?” He snapped, “Or because you’re still in love with someone who’s been dead for a dozen years?”
Your eyes dropped to the floor, filling with tears. “How dare you, Spencer Reid.”
Realizing what he said he quickly tried to back track, apologizing and saying it was just in the heat of the moment and he didn’t mean it. You only turned and walked out of his apartment, door slamming behind you. He didn’t follow.
You slammed your hands against the steering wheel as you sat in your flat’s apartment complex. Why did this have to happen? Things were just fine the way they were, you both were happy, or at least, you thought you both were. Trudging up to your apartment you dreaded work the next day. The downside of working with profilers was that they could always tell when something was wrong. You decided that a long shower and sleep would help you feel better in the morning.
The next morning you went into work early, finding only Prentiss there.
“Good morning,” You smile at her as you set your bag down and drape your coat over the back of your chair.
“You’re early,” She commented, looking up from her computer.
“As are you, what’s up?” You gracefully deflect as you sit down and log into your own computer.
“Eh, didn’t sleep well so I figured I might as well be working if I can’t sleep.” She shrugged, “Hey, where’s Boy Wonder, don’t you two normally car pool?”
It was your turn to shrug this time, “Didn’t feel like it this morning.”
“Uh oh, trouble in paradise.”
You glance around to make sure no one was there before you responded. “He wants to get married, I am not ready for it. We’ve been dating for eight months, I think that’s too soon for such a big of a step.”
Emily’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, I’m sorry, that’s a rough one, I don’t know what to tell you.” Emily and you had gotten close since you joined the team, and you really enjoyed her presence. But sometimes she was a little short in the advice department.
A bit later the rest of the team showed up, Spencer included. When he walked in he had is sleeved rolled up to his elbows due to the hot weather, and you frowned when you realized that he was only wearing his watch on this left wrist. Ever since you had started seeing each other, he had taken to wearing your bracelet, the one you previously wore to hide you’re the words written on your right wrist. Though he wore it on his left, right above his watch. Your felt like there was a weight on your chest when you saw he wasn’t wearing it, he always wore it, even when you got into arguments in the past. Before he could notice your staring, you turned your attention to paperwork, quickly occupying your mind so you didn’t have to think of the pain you were feeling right now.
Emily was so far the only one who had really noticed something was different between the two of you, probably since it was a paperwork day and you didn’t have to interact as much. But soon you began feeling groggy and were graving your favorite drink so you got up to go get some from the break area. You were about to enter when you heard two voices, one belonging to your soulmate and the other to Morgan.
“Hey kid, somethings up, what’s wrong? Fight with the wife?” Morgan teased, nudging Reid with his elbow as he poured coffee. You cursed him for his callous word choice. You assume Spencer nodded because it was Morgan’s voice that you heard again. “What happened?”
“I uh, I want to get married, she doesn’t.” Your blood boiled when he stopped there, leaving out the part where he metaphorically went for your throat. You didn’t listen anymore, turning around and going back to your desk in anger.
It continued like this for a couple of days. You didn’t speak to each other unless you had to in relation to work, and you thanked the universe that you didn’t have to go anywhere for a case and spend a lot of time in close quarters with him. You spent a lot of time either sleeping or in the shower, staring down at your wrist and wondering what you should do. It was only a few days after the incident that, as you rinsed the suds off under the water that you noticed that the shade of black that the words were written in were now a dark slate grey. Your heart pounded in your chest and you almost slipped on the slick floor as you scrambled out of the shower to see it in better light. You still had no clue as to why it had faded the first time, you had never heard of the script fading unless the person’s soulmate had died, and then it turned white on the person’s skin. You swore as you stood there, dripping water onto your bathroom floor as you inspected your right wrist. Sure enough, it had faded slightly, it was barely noticeable, but it was there. Drying off, you wondered if Spencer saw it too.
The next day at work you wore a long sleeve shirt and made sure never to roll your sleeves up, the last thing you needed was someone seeing the grey writing and say something. You noticed Spencer wore his sleeves down as well. You were there first again, and when you saw him walk in the room you made eye contact. Neither of you looked away, holding it, as if daring the other to be the first to break it. Spencer looked to the ground first, as if guiltily. ‘That’s right. Feel guilty.’ You thought angrily, he had to right to bring Veronica into this and he knows it. You had no reason to apologize, you justified to yourself, he was the one who crossed a line and didn’t respect you when you said you weren’t ready for something. But it was later when you got up to the bathroom and you had to roll your sleeves up to wash your hands, you panicked. The words were lighter. Feeling like your throat was closing up and seeing stars in your vison, you knelt down on the floor, holding onto the sink. You were interrupted by JJ walking into the bathroom, looking a bit startled when she found you on the floor.
“Are you okay?” She asked, her tone laced with worry as she knelt down next to you.
“Yeah, just got super dizzy all of a sudden.” You lie easily as you pulled down your sleeves discretely.
“We have a case, and it’s bad, we’re briefing on the plane. You sure you’re okay?” She asks, gently running her hand on your back and helping you stand.
You smile reassuringly and nod, hoping she believed your lie.
“This woman, Abby Jones, was taken while running a park. This is the fourth this year.” Garcia said from over the video camera.
“Why are we only being called in now?” JJ asked, frowning.
“Because they have been weeks apart and from different jurisdictions.” The peppier blonde responded. “He seems to keep them a while before he kills them.”
“That’s comforting, it means we hopefully have more time,” Reid said next.
“Unless our presence puts more pressure on him.” Morgan said with a sigh.
“They’re white so that means he most likely is, based on how the bodies were laid, it shows he doesn’t feel remorse. They were dumped like garbage. Signs of sexual assault. I think he’s a sexual sadist. Has there been a press conference yet?” You ask, looking over the file.
“No, JJ, why don’t you set one up when we land. Prentiss, Y/N, I want you two to go over victimology. Reid, geographical profile, Morgan and Rossi, crime scenes.
After you landed everyone went their separate ways.
“Garcia,” You sing song into your phone before putting it on speaker. “I need you to run credit card information for all of the women the nights before they were reported missing.”
“Hmm. It seems 2 of the victims went to the same bar the night before.” She said after typing a moment.
“So, he prowls the bar looking for blonde women in their 20’s, keeps them for a week, tortures and rapes them, then dumps their bodies in the forest. Reid, what’s the makeup of the geographical profile?” You ask, biting your lip in though.
He frowned at you calling him by his last name, “It seems mostly all suburban,”
“So, he either has a secondary location or some form of soundproofing.” Prentiss says.
“This kind of behavior doesn’t show up overnight, Garcia, look at sex offenders or men with a history of violence that either have other properties or have bought materials that could be used to build a dungeon type thing. Prentiss, want to check out that bar and see if anyone remembers our vics?” You ask as you hang up with Garcia. Prentiss nods, grabbing her coat.
When you arrive, you ask the bartender if she noticed anything while showing her the pictures of all the victims. After she looked them over she told you that the last one still had to pay her tab, and that she recognized two others, one of which hadn’t paid with a credit card. “Did you notice the same guy hanging on them at all?” You ask, but she didn’t, leaving you at least with the information of where he found all the women.
“Hey, Hotch, all the women were at a bar called Jay’s the night they before they were reported missing.” Prentiss says as you two return to the local precinct.
“Good. It’s getting late, we should get some rest and then pick up where we left off. Garcia came up with some names of offenders who have properties that could hold victims for a week, we should look into those first thing tomorrow morning.” Hotch says before dismissing everyone.
The next morning you, Morgan, and Reid were instructed to go talk to the first victim’s roommate, Daniel Cornell. When the three of you knocked on the door and introduced yourselves, you were invited in.
“When did you notice that Kelly was missing?” You ask, sitting on the couch with Morgan and Reid on either side of you. You didn’t like sitting so close to him. You felt the urge to reach out and touch him, take his hand, or move so your thighs at least brushed each other. After a moment, Spencer shifted and his knee bumped yours and you figured he felt it as well. It had been about a week since you had last been together, and you were aching to touch him, talk to him, anything. His sleeves were covering his right wrist but you could see the watch on his left, your bracelet still missing.
“Well, we went to the bar together and I thought she left with someone so I brought someone home, when she wasn’t here the next morning I knew something was wrong.” He explained solemnly.
“Why were you at the bar that night?” Morgan asks this time.
“I had just been dumped by a long-term girlfriend so Kelly wanted to take me out. I know it’s not my fault but I can’t help but wonder.”
“There is nothing you could have done to prevent this, Daniel, it’s the man who did this’ fault. I can tell you we’re doing all we can to catch him.” Spencer assured the boy.
Daniel frowned, “How close are you to catching him?”
“I can’t say for sure but you agreeing to talk to us is helping.” Morgan spoke up.
“Did you leave the bar with anyone that night?” You ask.
“Yeah, her names Rachel, she already confirmed with the police that she was here.”
“What time did she leave?”
“I don’t remember, this was all a while ago.” Daniel stammers, which confuses you, it was completely reasonable not to remember, so why is he so nervous?
You glance around the house, there were pictures of the man sitting across from you and another woman, a lot of them. She was blonde, meanwhile Daniel’s hair was very dark, so you didn’t think that they could be siblings. You also noticed a few of the pictures’ glass was shattered. “Who is that with you in all the photos?”
The man flushes, looking at them as well, “That’s my ex, the one that broke up with me.”
You frown at this, and you notice Spencer does as well. He was the first victim’s roommate, which means that she was murdered months ago, if they were out at the bar because this woman broke up with him, why does he still have photos with her up in his house?
“Excuse me, I’m going to get some water, would you like anything?” He asks, standing up and going into the other room when you all said no thank you.
“Call Garcia and ask if he has a record,” You whisper to Morgan, your stomach churning with mistrust of the situation. “I don’t trust him.”
“Y/L/N, the police cleared him, but I’ll do it,” He said with a sign, pulling out his phone and standing up to walk out of ear shot.
“I don’t know Morgan, I don’t like him either,” Spencer confirmed, glancing at you.
“Woah, okay, she says she has a juvenile record that’s been sealed, she’s trying to work on unsealing it now.” Morgan came back after a moment to whisper the news before going back to the other room.
You frowned, knowing something was off about the kid. “Where did he go, it doesn’t take that long to get water.” You comment after a few minutes’ pass, you and Spencer stand up at the same time and your hand goes to your belt. As you do, Daniel comes clamoring back into the room, a gun raised and pointing at you and Spencer. Before you can reach your gun, a deafening shot rang out in the small living room and before you knew what you were doing you side stepped in front of Spencer, arms out.
You register the wetness on your chest and the hardness of the floor as you fall before the pain. You hear Morgan’s shouts and another gunshot but it all seems in the background.
“Y/N,” You hear Spencer say as his face comes into vision, “Y/N, look at me,” You note that his voice is higher, like it always gets when he’s upset. The pain felt like an explosion in your chest, but at the same time, like it was far away, as if the searing pain didn’t belong to you. “Just hold on, medics are on their way.”
“Is he dead?” You ask, trying to see where the second shot went.
“No, no, Morgan hit his arm, he’s cuffed, Y/N look at me.” Reid says quickly, touching your face with one hand and pushing pressure on the wound with the other. “Oh my god, there’s so much blood, why did you have to do that? Why did you step in front of me?” He whispers, switching to using both hands to put pressure on your chest.
“How bad is it?” You ask, wincing at the pressure.
“Don’t move.” He instructs, him ignoring the first question was answer enough. “Morgan where is the ambulance?”
“It’s on it way. Hang in there, Y/N.” You hear Morgan say, but your eyes are too fixed on Spencer’s face to see where he is.
“Spencer,” You say, a bit dizzy from the loss of blood, your eyes feeling droopy, “You’re really pretty, you know that?”
“Thank you, Y/N, now look at me, keep your eyes open. Morgan, where is the medic?” Reid shouts.
“I’ve missed you, I’ve missed your touch, and your pretty face, and you.” You fight to keep your eyes open but you register the sound of sirens coming closer. “Spencer, your wrist.” You comment, watching as the grey outline of your neat handwriting on his wrist was slowly bleeding away to reveal his skin tone.
Morgan was holding onto Cornell as they wait for the police to arrive. You could barely keep your eyes open and your extremities felt cold when you heard the medics come in. Spencer tells Morgan he’s going to ride to the hospital, and to find out if Daniel had any properties that he could be hiding Abby at.
Spencer held your hand in the ambulance as the EMTS rushed to stop the bleeding. The last thing you remember hearing is Spencer telling you he loves you and how sorry he was for trying to push you into marriage when you weren’t ready; the last thing you remember seeing was his almost blank right wrist as his hand held yours.
When you wake up, everything is hazy and your head is pounding. The lights seem far too bright and your chest hurts, though not as much as you remember it hurting. Groaning, you try to sit up, only to feel someone stop you, pressing gently to your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s me, you’re okay, don’t move.” Spencer says as you ease back into the mattress.
“I feel like I was hit by a bus.” You groan, fluidly taking one of his hands from your shoulder and lacing your fingers with his.
“You were shot in the chest, it missed your heart by a centimeter, barely, it’s a-a miracle your survived.” Spencer said softly, squeezing your hand. “I thought you were going to die.”
“Did they find Abby?” You ask quickly, memories of the incident coming back.
“Yeah, apparently, Daniel’s parents had a cottage in the woods where the victims were all dumped. We missed it because he wasn’t a suspect, since all his past crimes that would suggest this type of behavior were sealed. When Kelly came home the next morning he took her and then reported her missing to avert suspicion.”
“I’m glad they found her. Where’s the rest of the team?” It seemed so natural, the two of you together here, hands intertwined, it almost made you forget about what he had said in the fight. Almost.
“They’re probably asleep, it’s only around 5:30 am.” Spencer laughed, pointing towards the clock before his expression turned somber. “I’m sorry for what I said about Veronica, I really am. I was just frustrated. I felt like someone that getting married would secure you with me and I wouldn’t lose you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” You say softly, running your thumb lightly over the back of his hand. Glancing down at your intertwined hands you were greeted with the sight of your bracelet just above his watch, as it normally was before the fight. But you weren’t home, which meant he still brought it with him, even if he didn’t wear it.
“You’re wearing my bracelet again.” Looking up at him, you smile.
“I kept it with me this last week,” He affirmed, returning your smile though his was more bashful and shy. You studied his face for a moment, noting the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion. It was then you remember the last thing you said to him before your world went black. You quickly overturned your wrist, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that his awful handwriting was in the midnight black ink again.
“Spencer, ask me.” You say suddenly, snapping your head to look at him.
He frowned in confusion at first, a little bewildered by your sudden movements. Once he realized what you were talking about, Spencer grinned, crouching down next to your hospital bed, facing you with your hand still in his. You stared down at him, not looking up when you noticed movement at the door.
“Y/N, will you marry me?” He licked his lips before he asked, taking a deep breath you knew was to calm his nerves.
“Yes, a thousand times, yes.” You grinned, tears filling your eyes as you pulled him up to kiss him. You heard clapping, and after pulling away from Spencer you saw that it was the team who had just walked in the door. Spencer and you were showered in congratulations and hugs, and you were given condolences and get wells.
The doctor said that they wanted to keep you at least another couple days to make sure everything was alright before they sent you home, and Spencer made sure he rarely left your side throughout those days.
“I love you, Spencer.” You said one night before falling asleep. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as you spoke. Your eyes trained on his face as he turned his head to look at you.
“I love you, Y/N.” Spencer said, his voice as quiet as yours and his face tender, squeezing your hand.
You had said it before, more times than you could count or remember, though if you asked your soulmate he probably would know. But for some reason, under the dimmed florescent lights of the hospital room, him laying in the pullout chair next to you, both of your arms hanging off the sides of the mattresses to hold hands, it felt so right.
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