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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid:

    To the Moon and Back

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 

Chapter 11  Chapter 12 Chapter 13  Chapter 14 Chapter 15 

Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

    The Stars In Your Eyes (TtMaB pt. 2) 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

  Yes, Princess?   **ON HOLD**

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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         One-Shots:

  Seventeen

 Aaron Hotcher:

    My Heart Can’t Tell You No

Station 19:

Jack Gibson:

“You deserve so much better than me”

THIS IS PART 2 OF TO THE MOON AND BACK MASTERLIST A/N: Thank you to everyone who comments, votes, and re-blogs! Sorry this took two years lol

9/30/2017

“Everett Lynch.” You had seen Rossi go to the basement of the BAU. You followed him to a room in the back. He had a board set up with photos of victims and crime scenes and answered every question you had. “The media has christened him ‘The Chameleon.’ He is a con man and a murderer, who has targeted vulnerable middle-aged women, single mothers. He's cut off their faces and kept them as his trophies. A year ago, we nearly caught him, but his daughter Grace, but she sacrificed herself so that he could get away. He broke Grace out of jail and, again, we almost caught him, if it hadn't been for his daughter. She'd do anything for him. That wouldn't matter because Lynch couldn't bring himself to take Grace with him. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to keep using her the way his mother Roberta had once used him. Everett Lynch remains at large. He is the FBI's most wanted, but there hasn't been any sign of him for a month or so.” Rossi had been hunting this man for months to no avail. Lynch tried to kill him so his frustration was justified.

“He couldn’t have disappeared that easily,” you smirked as you sat down on the table behind you. “Have you looked for any aliases?”

“Yeah, I had Garcia check missing persons reports across the country, but there was nothing,” Rossi let out a long sigh and came to sit next to you. “I don’t want to keep you here for too long kiddo, go home, get some sleep. Tell Krystall I’ll be home soon.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and grabbed your bag from the floor. “I’ll be back in the morning.” The smile on your face stayed there for your entire drive to Rossi’s house. He had graciously offered you a place to stay until you and Reid could figure things out. Unfortunately, Spence still refused to acknowledge your presence. “Hey, buddy,” you hugged your son as you entered Rossi’s living room. 

You walked Jason up to the room Rossi gave him and tucked him into bed. Krystall had some things left over from her kids so she gave you those. Jason fell asleep with no fussing. Sometimes you’d watch him sleep, he looked so much like his father when he was sleeping. You made your way back downstairs to talk to Krystall for a little before heading to bed yourself. A good night’s sleep was a rarity for you after Spencer hit you a month ago. You tried to forget about it, but the pain came back every night when you closed your eyes. JJ had noticed this and asked you about it, but you brushed it off.

Your alarm woke you up at 7 the next morning. You made some pancakes for Rossi, Krystall, and Jason before heading to the office. You begrudgingly grabbed the purse in your passenger seat and made your way up to the sixth floor. The chaotic movements of the bullpen brought you back to a sense of calm. You watched as the team individually made their way to the conference room and followed in their footsteps.

“So, Rossi gave me the heads-up, and I was able to find stuff that confirms our very own silver fox's theory that Everett Lynch is on the lookout for his long-lost father,” Garcia started as you sat down. “You see, in all of the cities that Lynch has committed a heinous crime, I have uncovered an alias linked to a wired payment to a P. I. who was retained to conduct searches for men we know were associated in a naked way with Lynch's mother, Roberta.” 

“Including Douglas Moore, the man she claims is Lynch's real dad,” Rossi added. “But all these searches are recent, like within the last 8 weeks.”

“Yeah, it looks as though they began a week after we found Grace's body. It's fascinating,” Simmons said as he flipped through the case report. “He might not be a complete sociopath after all.”

You watched as Spencer placed his hand on the table and started to tap his fingers. You knew there was something more on his mind than just this case. “It could also explain his dormancy.”

 “Wait a second, Spence,” You placed your file on the table, “you don't think he feels guilty, do you?”

“Not guilt. I think it's more like fear, as if maybe something in the act of taking his child triggered some deeply buried memory of his own father's violence towards himself,” he answered.

“If Lynch never really knew who his father was, or if he had reason to doubt what Roberta told him, then that would motivate him to search for the truth,” Tara added.

“Well, there's only one person we know that knows the whole truth, and that's Roberta, and so she's been manipulating everything in order to get out of jail,” you could tell Rossi was just as stressed as he was last night.

Emily sighed as she entered the conference room, “it worked, at least as far as the Louisiana state parole board goes. I have just been notified that, despite our objections, Roberta is being granted parole, however, her lawyer is telling me he's willing to let us speak with her one last time.”

“Emily, I'd like to talk to Roberta,” Spencer kept his voice calm.

“I would prefer you observe, actually; I'd like to take her out of her comfort zone.” Emily gave him a soft smile. “That means JJ, Tara, you two get to do the honors.”

It wasn’t the same being back, no body treated you the same. They were all walking on eggshells around you. And Spencer. You couldn’t tell who’s side everyone was on. It was all so…blurry. You walked back to your desk and started to work on paper work for an hour, which turned into two hours which turned int… “Confrence room,” Emily’s voice rang through the bullpen. “Garcia found something.”

“Fret not, my intrepid crime fighters,” You could hear Garcia typing on her computer over the phone. “You're no longer flying blind into the silver state. I have matched our mysterious searcher's I. P. address to a business in Reno that touts itself as a ‘private security firm,’ and it's christened Castle Security. Says here the company is owned and operated by Orlando Gaines.”

“What a piece of work,” Matt chuckled. 

“He's a former Concord Bay narcotics cop who spent 5 years in prison for selling police-confiscated drugs,” Garcia added. 

“It looks like 8 months ago, his company received a wire transfer for $25,000 from an offshore account connected to our old friend, Arthur Terrell,” you furrowed your brow. “Terrell was still alive back then.”

“He was, but that account has since transferred into the hands of an Edward Myles, and Mr. Myles is turning out to be very elusive,” Garcia continued. “Yeah, 'cause although that could be a very likely alias for Mr. Lynch, that name isn't popping up anywhere in Reno.”

“JJ, Luke, Matt, check in with Reno PD, also our FBI field office,” Emily ordered. “Dave and Spence, see if you can get a sit-down with Orlando Gaines. Garcia, work on finding Lynch’s victim.” You sat in silence as she hung up the phone. “Y/N, go help Garcia sort through anything she finds.”

***

“You found a missing persons report?” You asked as you entered Garcia’s office.

“Coming across the wire now,” Garcia was staring intently at her computer. “Ok, Marilyn Irwin, 45 years old. Cocktail waitress at the Tangiers in Reno. She has a 15-year-old daughter, Olivia. Two days ago, Marilyn gets in this fight with her live-in abusive boyfriend, then she calls her mom, and then she tells her mom she's moving out and she's moving in with a guy named, wait for it, Edward Myles, aka Everett Lynch.”

“So Everett Lynch is no longer dormant and he's escalating,” you let out a long sigh and brought your hand out waiting for Garcia’s paper.

“Letter copy,” she handed you the paper while never taking her eyes off the computer.

You rushed the paper back to Emily and Tara in the conference room. The whole situation was one of the weirdest, everything seemed too easy. They found his hideout and had a SWAT team within the hour. You listened to the phone JJ had in her pocket as they prepared to storm the house. Just as they began their invasion, you heard your worst nightmare. JJ’s scream was followed by an explosion. The line went dead.

“What the hell just happened?” you could feel your voice shake.

Emily sprang from her seat and ran to her office. She stayed there for an hour. 

You paced, and paced, and paced. Tara had tried to calm your nerves to no avail.

Emily eventually returned, “everyone’s safe and on their way home. We did however lose 6 agents in the explosion.” With the news she turned and left the room once more.

You sighed and collapsed into the chair next to you. Finally their nightmares were over and things could return to normal. Almost.

***

“Emily told me what you guys were getting into, and I figured you could use these. Thank god. “Get this caffeine into my face hole. This is from Lunacorn. Luke Alvez, stop making me like you,” Garcia said through a tight smile. 

“Ha!” Luke smirked. “Never.” 

Matt and Rossi walked in at the same time, “vision boarding went well?” Matt asked. 

“Oh, you have no idea how many stickers were used,” you smiled as you grabbed a coffee from the table. You didn’t stay as late as the others but you were still tired enough to need it.

“Where's Reid?” Rossi asked as he sat down. I wish I knew. “I want to talk to the whole team.” He and Krystal seemed to be talking about something as you left that morning but you couldn’t hear what. 

“Oh, Spence probably slept in.” JJ brushed off Rossi’s question. “He took it really hard.” Their relationship would sometimes bother you but you knew Spence wouldn’t be as happy as he is without her. 

“Well, let's start our after-action review now, and we'll fill him in when he arrives,” Emily shuffled the papers in front of her and turned toward Garcia.

She started typing away at the computer in front of her, “ok, DNA results coming at ya.” 

“Casualty count still hold at 8, including Roberta and Everett Lynch?” Luke stared at Garcia while the team held their breath.

“Yes,” The light on Garcia’s face faded into her furrowed brow. “Wait, no.” 

The team sat in silence, “Garcia?” you asked, breaking the less than welcomed quiet. 

“Yes, 8 casualties” Garcia’s eyes widened at her computer screen. Never had you seen her with such a sorrowful look on her face. “Our 6 agents, Roberta Lynch, and Orlando Gaines, the private investigator. That's it.”

“Wait a minute, that means...” Tara had a confused look on her face as she looked between the agents around her.

You listened in shock as Emily interrupted her, “that Everett Lynch is still alive.”

“Reno PD just confirmed they found supplies under Lynch's hideout,” Garcia let out an exasperated sigh and continued typing on the computer. 

“So he must have built an escape to the tunnels under the house,” JJ groaned into her coffee. 

“This guy's a planner,” Rossi explained. “He picked that target because it gave him an escape route.” 

“We profiled Roberta would take them both out, but because of her love for her son, she hesitated,” you added. “And that hesitation gave Lynch the seconds he needed to execute his plan.”

Matt was sitting still and had a very stoic look on his face, “all right, so he escapes right before the explosion.”

“We gotta get back to Reno before someone else gets hurt,” Emily closed the file in front of her and stood from her seat. “Garcia, run a search on Lynch aliases, any credit card activity.”

Garcia, quick as a bunny, pulled up the information on her laptop, “he's radio silent for now.”

“It's only a matter of time before this guy gets desperate enough to use one of his old aliases, and when he does, we've got him cornered,” Luke sighed into his coffee. 

“Stop. Stop, stop,” you could hear the disdain in Rossi’s voice as he addressed the group. “Apply what we know based on our experience with Lynch and others like him. That's all profiling is, that's all it ever was. Now, you're Lynch. You have the full force of United States law enforcement on your heels. Where else do you go? Who else do you hurt?” 

The realization hit you like a truck, “us. They come after us.” Though the thought scared you, you didn’t know Lynch and Lynch didn’t know you. He knew nothing that could give him leverage over you. Everyone and everything you loved was safe. “He'll get off on the power of attacking on our home turf.”

“We need security for our loved ones,” Rossi rushed to his feet and stared Emily down. 

Emily rustled through the papers in front of her, “Alvez, Simmons, contact troopers at all state lines. I'll notify the director that the Lynch case remains open. Y/N, Garcia, check in on Reid. Fill him in on his way back here.”

You and Garcia left the conference room and grabbed your keys before making your way to the elevator and, eventually, the main lobby. The car ride was quiet, calm. But you didn’t need calm right now, you needed Spencer.

“Did you know he hasn’t spoken to me in a month?” you said to Garcia, cutting the silence. You couldn’t help it as your voice broke. “He hasn’t looked at me in two weeks.”

You could almost hear Garcia’s heart break as you finally admitted that the love of your life didn’t know how to love you anymore. Finally, you pulled into the parking lot of his building and made your way to his apartment. The route was familiar, second floor, 3rd door. You tried to turn the door knob but it wouldn’t budge. Knocking and calling his name didn’t work, so you resorted to your last option. Garcia watched as you rumaged through your bag and eventually produced a silver key. 

“Spence!” you cried as the door opened. The love of your life, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was lying motionless on the floor. All the memories of your years together came flooding back at once. “Spence, it's Y/N. Can you hear me?” 

Garcia pulled out her cell phone and dialed what you assumed was 911, “we need an ambulance immediately at 937 Hoover Street, apartment 23. We have an agent down.” 

You placed your ear to his chest and listened for his heartbeat. it was faint but, it was there“He's breathing.”

“Yes, we have an agent down,” Garcia frantically yelled into the phone.

“No, no, no, no,” you gasped as he started having a seizure.

It took everything in you to not breakdown in the hallway. And on the car ride. And while running through the hallways of the hospital.

“It's Dr. K. Can you hear me, sir?” A doctor quickly rushed to his side. “How long has he been unconscious?”

“I don't know,” you stuttered as you spoke. “There was an explosion 24 hours ago.”

“So he's been under a lot of stress?” she asked while putting on a pair of gloves

“Yes, he's an FBI agent,” you snapped back.

“I need to run some tests,” Dr. K took a flashlight from her pocket and shined it in his eyes. “Are you family?”

“Uh, technically,” you stuttered as you questioned the status of your once perfect marriage. “But, you should speak to his mom” 

“Get him to CCU,” all the noise was enough to shake you to your core as the doctor shouted orders and the nurses scrambled to his side.

You put a hand on his shoulder, “wake up,” you said as you held back tears.

“I need to talk to his mother right away,” the doctor’s tone reflected the situation perfectly.

“I'll track down Diana,” Garcia muttered as she pulled out her phone.

“She's at Brookfield.” You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at the message that just appeared on your screen, “it's Emily.”

“Go,” Garcia urged, following after Reid and the doctors. 

“No, no, no,” you protested. “I'm not leaving.”

“Spence will understand. The team needs you,” you as Garcia disappeared around a corner. “I've got this. Go.”

Before you knew it your feet were taking you to your car. You jumped in and hit the gas headed for Quantico. Emily was there, ready to meet you. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“We’re going to catch Lynch,” She explained as she handed you a bulletproof vest. She continued her explanation of the plan as she drove like hell to get you all to the airfield.

When you arrived you watched as Lynch got out of the car he was following you with. Immediately, your coworkers drew their weapons and aimed them at the son of a bitch.

“No, no, no, no,” Lynch argued. “Nope, nope, nope.” You watched as he grabbed Krystall into a chokehold and held a gun to her head.

“No. Put them away,” Emily ordered.

You watched as Rossi quickly comforted his beloved wife, “you ok?”

“He didn't hurt me,” she reassured.

“Lynch, we need more time,” Emily tried to buy some time. “Our pilots refuse to leave U. S. airspace.”

“You didn't profile that about me?” he smirked. “You see, the wealthy ladies that I seduce, they are suckers for a real-life pilot. So you got the keys? You fueled up, ready to go?” It seemed as though he found this whole situation…humorous.

“One condition,” Rossi took a step closer. “Take me. She's got nothing to do with this.”

“I need a hostage, Dave, not a martyr,” Lynch started to haul Krystall toward the jet behind them.

“No!” Rossi shouted. “You put me on that plane with you with you and nobody's gonna shoot you out of the sky,” With his years of experience Rossi knew exactly how this would go down. “They'll let you land, you'll disappear, and you'll never hear from me again.” 

“How do you know you'd live to tell about it?” Lynch hissed. 

Rossi sighed, and took another step closer, “I'm willing to take that risk”.

“Yeah? All right, let's go. Pat your husband down for me, will you, doll?” Krystall visibly flinched as he hissed directions at her. “And lose the vest. Let's go. We're wasting time.” 

“My gun's in the car,” you watched as Krystall pat Rossi down.

You watch as the psychotic man comes and handcuffs Rossi, “this can't be how it ends.” Everything they’d fought for and everything they’d ever lost culminated in the rage inside your chest. 

“I love you,” Rossi’s reassuring tone made you think for one second that everything was going to be alright.

“I love you,” Krystall responded. You could hear her voice crack.

“All right, put these on, old man,” Lynch ordered. “Come on.” 

“I love you,” Rossi managed to mutter one last time before the doors closed on him.

“There's no shot,” Matt shouted back as he ran toward the jet.

“Lynch won't give us a line of sight,” JJ lowered her gun to the ground. 

“Prentiss, come on, you said we needed a great plan,” You could feel the tensions rising.

“And we have one,” Prentiss explained. “It started 20 years ago when David Rossi and Jason Gideon submitted their first requisition for a private jet. There are things none of you know about that jet.”

You could see the worry on everyone’s face as their jet started to rev to life. 

“Thank goodness,” You sighed as the man stumbled his way toward the SUVs “Rossi. Rossi, come on.” You ran as fast as you could and ushered him away before the jet took off down the runway.

THIS IS PART 2 OF TO THE MOON AND BACK

Part 2: Chapter 1 Part 2: Chapter 2 Part 2: Chapter 3 Part 2: Chapter 4 Part 2: Chapter 5 Part 2: Chapter 6 Part 2:Chapter 7 Part 2: Chapter 8 Part 2: Chapter 9 Part 2: Chapter 10 Part 2: Chapter 11 Part 2:Chapter 12 Part 2:Chapter 13

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8/29/2019

Your plane landed earlier that morning but you didn’t get to the BAU until 10. You had to drop Jason off at your mother’s house and catch up with her for a little bit. When you did finally make it to the BAU, you stopped at the door. You never hesitated about anything in your life, but there was something in your gut that was warning you from going in. You didn’t listen to it. These people were your family; they stuck with you through thick and thin. 

The hallways were empty, abnormally so. The ding of the elevator brought back memories of your first day. The silence in the bullpen made your stomach twist. You looked toward the conference room and saw your old friends talking about the case. You hadn’t changed much, but you had changed. At first glance they probably wouldn’t recognize you. You had gained a little weight and your hair was darker, but other than that, you were still you. 

Your steps were light as you walked up the stairs. The pit in your stomach grew deeper the closer you got. “Right now, she's a fixed variable. We need to focus on identifying the unsub and her victims.” Even though you hadn’t seen her in about two years, you could still recognize Emily’s voice.

“One of them is Lucia Gomez,” you pointed to the distorted image of your friend on the screen. The look on their faces was something you’d never forget. 

“Oh my god,” Penelope whispered. You watched as tears rolled down her cheeks. The room was silent after that. No one wanted to be the first to speak, or they couldn’t. They were all in varying states of disbelief. Matt and Luke seemed more confused than anything. Rossi and Tara were stoned faced. They weren’t smiling, but they weren’t scowling. JJ and Emily hung their heads and fiddled with their hands. Penelope was crying in her seat, you could see her trying to pull herself together but she was losing control. You couldn’t tell what Spence was feeling. He didn’t dare turn around and look you in the eyes, after all you were dead to him. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. You took one step closer to him and went to place your hand on his shoulder, but he beat you to it. He whipped around, looked you dead in the eyes, and brought his hand down across your face. You fell to your knees and watched through teary eyes as he stormed out of the room. 

JJ started to rush after him, “Spence!” she shouted. 

“JJ,” you managed to squeak out, “don’t.” You brought your hand up to your stinging cheek and covered it. Matt rushed over and helped you stand up. “Thank you,” you wrapped him in a quick hug. Emily tapped your shoulder and escorted you to her office. 

“Y/N, are you sure you want to be here?” she sighed as she shut the door and walked back to her desk. “Spence clearly isn’t ready for you to be back.”

“I know,” you kept touching your cheek, seeing if it still hurt. “He’s been through a lot and I always stayed by his side. He’ll forgive me eventually.” You could feel tears returning to your eyes so you quickly left her office. You passed the concerned faces of your colleagues as you made your way to the bathroom. If they knew you well enough they wouldn’t follow you in. 

You spent the next few minutes giving yourself a small pep talk and regaining your composure. You wiped the tears from your cheek and made your way back to the bullpen.

“What are we working with?” you sniffled as you grabbed the chair closest to you and sat down. The few seconds of silence that followed your question almost killed you. Everyone in that room stared at you like they had just seen a ghost. 

Finally, Simmons broke the silence, “Three people were kidnapped by that unsub,” he pointed to the photo of four people on the screen. “She gave us her demands, ‘release Cat Adams in 24 hours. Cat is in the interrogation room now.” 

“What does Cat want?” you furrowed your brow as you looked through the file in front of you.

“We don’t know yet,” Matt finished. 

Garcia came running into the room with a panicked look on her face, “Someone put up wanted posters downtown with my number on them.”

“Alright, me and Luke can check that out,” Tara smiled as she stood from the table and left the room. Garcia followed the two of them leaving you, Matt, JJ, and Rossi. 

As the time passed you tried to distance yourself from the team. Tensions were high and nobody really knew what to do. Spence passed your desk from time to time as he walked to and from Emily's office. When it came time for he and Cat to go on their ‘date’, Emily forced you to stay out of sight. You watched from afar as your husband(?) got into the elevator with his own worst nightmare. They disappeared and the team got back to work. With Spencer out of the way it was easier for you to re-adjust to the BAU. You didn’t want to be in anyone's way so you stayed at your desk. The team came and went, but you stayed put. You watched and waited for hours, but eventually everyone came back. 

You had heard whispers from the team that Reid was dating someone new, but you didn’t know for sure, until she stepped off the elevator. She had short blonde hair and brown eyes. She looked familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Spence arrived shortly after her. You watched from your desk as the team told Reid of their master plan. You watched his face as they talked. He looked at her the way he used to look at you. Your heart hurt as they all laughed together, but hey, at least they were happy. Before you started crying, you grabbed your bag and started for the elevator. Rossi caught up with you before you could leave. “Can you help me with something?” You nodded and followed him to his office. You waited in the doorway as he grabbed a small screwdriver from his desk.

You followed him to the elevator’s hallway and to the wall of fallen agents. You stood there in silence as he unscrewed your photo from the wall and handed it to you. He was the only one treating you like a person anymore. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and started to sob into his shoulder. He let you cry for a few minutes before your eyes ran dry. He took your face in your hands and wiped away your tears. “Do you need a place to stay?” he asked as the two of you walked back. 

“Are you sure?” you smiled. “I don’t want Jason to wake you up.”

Rossi stopped dead in his tracks. You looked at him confused before a smile crept across his face, “Did you name your son Jason?” You nodded. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”

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4/24/2017

You watched as Emily jumped when you jolted awake in your hospital bed. “Where am I?” you asked as you looked around the unfamiliar room.

“You’re in Madrid,” Emily sighed as she set her magazine down on your blanket.

“What day is it?” you rubbed your eyes and laid back down. It just hit you how much pain you truly were in.

Emily grabbed her phone from her pocket, “April twenty-fourth, 2017.”

“Why am I in Spain?” you furrowed your brow.

“Well,” Emily placed her phone back in her pocket and leaned back in her chair, “your funeral was two days ago, so you can’t be in the states.”

“My what now?” you tried to sit-up but the scar on your abdomen stopped you from getting far. 

“You were receiving death threats, so JJ and I faked your death,” she nonchalantly grabbed her magazine and returned to reading it.

“So, everyone thinks I’m dead?” All the memories from one week prior came flooding back. You could remember how Spencer refused to leave your side at the crash site and how heartbroken he was to see you carried away on a stretcher. “Even Spencer?”

“The only people who know you’re alive are me, JJ, and your mom,” she noticed how flustered you had become. She set her magazine down and came to sit on the foot of your bed. “You can do this,” she gave you that warm smile that always made you feel better. 

“I don’t know how,” you stifled a sob with your hand as small tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I can’t raise a child by myself.”

Emily, noticing your tears, decided to lay next to you and wrap you in a hug, “JJ and I will come and visit you.”

“But what about Spence?” you sobbed. “He’s never going to forgive me.”

“I have known him for eleven years, I never saw him happier than when he was with you. If he’s smart he’ll forgive you.”

“Do I ever get to come back?” your eyes widened at the thought of never seeing him again.

She brushed some hair out of your face and wiped your tears away, “you can come back when we find out who sent you those letters.” 

You continued to sob into her shoulder for a while before she got you discharged and took you to the apartment she found for you in the middle of the city. She gave you a passport and ID before leaving.

9/22/2017

“Emily, I’m so glad you could make it,” you smiled from the couch in your apartment. You watched as she walked over to you. Her face was complete awe. “This is baby Jason.”

“Oh my god,” she gushed as she sat next to you on the couch. “He has Spencer’s eyes.”

“Yeah,” that was the first thing you noticed about your child. “He does, doesn’t he.”

“How have you been adjusting?” she looked up from your baby who was now in her arms.

You gave her a small, reassuring nod, “I’ve been fine. I started working on another bachelor's degree and I met this lovely woman named Marissa Santiago.”

“I think a lot of what we learn about others isn’t what they tell us. It’s what we observe. People can tell us anything they want.”

“Iain Reid,” you giggled at her quote and your weird knowledge of horror novels. The two of you sat and talked for a few hours before Jason got fussy and you decided it was bedtime for all three of you.

8/28/2019

“Emily something’s wrong,” your voice was frantic, and Emily could hear it. “I haven’t seen Marissa in a few days, I think something bad happened to her.”

“Are you sure she's missing?” Emily asked.

You quickly grabbed your keys, suitcase, and child, “Yes, I checked her mailbox and she had a few days worth of mail in there.”

“Alright, I’ll see you when you get here,” she was against you coming home now, but they were the only people who could help.

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10/2/2017

 The team was forced to take six months off to recoup and recover. Spencer took the longest to adjust to his time off and the death of his wife. He didn’t talk to the team for 3 months after the funeral. Emily and JJ would come by, sit outside his door, and talk to him for hours.. He never responded but they stayed. When he finally decided to contact anyone from the team it was Rossi. They talked for an entire afternoon. Rossi was extraordinarily patient with Reid and all his trauma.

It was his first day back at the BAU and Reid had no idea what to do. Everywhere he went he was haunted by a memory of his wife. He tried to walk to his desk and remembered the sight of her sleeping in his chair after they caught Montolo. 

He tried to go to the bathroom, but he remembered when he prepared himself before buying her engagement ring. Prentiss noticed his apprehension and called him into her office. 

“How are you doing?” she gave him that look they were both too familiar with.

He sighed and sat down in the chair across from her chair, “I’ve been better.”

“You haven’t been doing dilaudid again, have you?” Her question caught him off guard, but not a total surprise.

“No,” he smiled, it felt weird. It had been so long since he could genuinely smile. “I thought about it, but I know that Y/N would be disappointed in me.” He let out a small chuckle and smiled down at the wedding ring now on his right hand. 

“That’s good,” Emily noticed his fidgeting, “that reminds me, I got this from the doctors.” She pulled a small black box from her desk drawer and opened it infront of him. He leaned forward to see the ring. He recognized it as her engagement ring. “We’ll get through this, together. I know you’re hurting, but you can’t shut us out again.”

He knew she was right. He gave her a small smile, grabbed the ring, and left her office.

4/14/2018

1 year, 1 year since she died. Also the day Reid was conveniently kidnapped. When he was strapped to the believers death machine all he could think of was Y/N. He closed his eyes to escape and was sent right back to hell. He closed his eyes and saw her smile, he was forced to remember the stars in her eyes. He remembered the smell of her perfume and the way her hair would sit on her shoulders. He heard her laugh and the words she always reminded him of whenever he was upset. “Just look up, we are both looking at the same starry sky.” 

The team snuck up on the Believers and took them by surprise. JJ came and unbuckled the belt on his head. As her fingers unlaced the belt all he wanted was for it to be her. He wrapped his arms around her and could only see Y/N.

4/6/2019

April was a shitty month for Reid. He and JJ were kidnapped and forced into a game of truth or dare. His prepubescent college years taught him that Truth or Dare didn’t have to hurt anyone, but it always did. This was no exception. 

JJ had confessed the only thing she could think. She loved him and she always had. Rossi’s wedding the next day proved difficult. All he wanted to do was forget. If he could forget then maybe the pain would stop. That’s all he wanted, the pain to stop. 

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Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, Naproxen Sodium, Dilaudid. All pain relievers, all helpful, but Reid finally found the pain relief he was looking for. Her name was Max Brenner. 

He had a saturday off so he went to the park. Max was the light that was missing from his life. They started to see each other whenever Reid was free. She was smart and gorgeous. He didn’t remember the last time a person made him so happy.

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“Jennifer I need you to be kidding,” Spencer took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his composure. 

“I’m so sorry Spence,” She walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug. He tried his hardest to fight her off, but eventually succumbed to the gesture. He sobbed into her shoulder for an hour and she never moved a muscle. 

As the two of them stayed locked in their position, JJ watched as her co-workers left the room one-by-one. The time that past led Spencer’s eyes to run dry. He wiped away the tears on his cheeks and headed for the exit. JJ offered him a ride but she declined. As he left JJ walked over to Emily who was sitting down in the corner, they were the only people in the room.

“We can’t tell him,” Emily sighed. The guilt consumed her like a wolf eating its prey.

JJ placed her head in her hands, “he’ll never forgive us.” JJ knew that if she could come back Spencer would still be broken, she was the only thing that could fix him. 

“He’ll see her again eventually,” Emily stood from her seat and left the hospital.

4/22/2017

It was the day of her funeral. The casket stayed closed for the entire service. JJ helped Reid plan it, she told him that it would just be too hard to look at her face. He listened to her and opted for a closed casket funeral. Everyone Reid could think of was there. He, Morgan, Hotch, Rossi, Luke, and Matt carried her casket to the hole where her body would reside for the rest of eternity. In his head Reid knew that her mother blamed him for her death. She probably wouldn’t have stayed with the BAU for so long if it wasn’t for him.

“There is no good way to describe Y/N,” JJ started. She and Spence talked about having someone talk in addition to him. “The easiest place to start would be with loving wife. She and Spence had one of the best marriages on the planet. They were always there for each other, even when the other couldn’t be there for them. I also couldn’t name someone who was more qualified to be a mom.” She could feel the tears starting to come to her eyes. “I’m not the most qualified person to talk about her so I want to hand the podium over to Spence.” She stepped away from the podium set-up next to the grave.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid,” he began. “Y/N would hate this. She never really wanted to be the center of attention. Whenever she was hurt, she would always check on everyone before tending to her own wounds. The first night we kissed was actually the first time she had been shot. She was injured and the first words she said to me was ‘Reid, are you okay, answer me.’ She would also hate that any of us are crying over her. She always wanted to be remembered for how she made everyone feel, so if it isn't too much of a hassle, I’ll ask that everyone please close their eyes and think back to a moment where Y/N made you feel safe or she made you laugh.” 

Spencer watched as everyone in the small crowd closed their eyes, he followed suit. Everyone had a few dozen moments they could think of, but they all settled on one. There wasn’t a single person there who, whenever she walked into the room, couldn’t feel the love reverberate from her.

“Thank you for that,” he continued. “She had one of those smiles that always made you... feel. It didn’t matter what was happening in her life or mine, she always had a smile on her face. She also had these beautiful y/e/c eyes.  The stars in her eyes were always shining. The night of the car crash she told me about this song she wanted me to listen to. I never got the chance, but I want to play it for you all now as you place your pink rose onto her casket.” Spencer stepped away from the podium and grabbed the pink rose from Emily’s hand. 

Take me uptight

Strung up like a kite

Dumb, wicked, and white

Love me in spite

If I betrayed our lonely nights

Spent out like a light

With no kiss goodnight

We never fight, when I'm away

Did your mother always seem to hate me?

I'm sicker every day and now I'm terrified of talking to my friends only to stay stuck

Dreaming of our first born and your hair covered in popcorn

You never leave, you never leave, you never leave

You leave me uptight

Strung up like a kite

Dumb, wicked, and white

Love me in spite

If I betrayed our lonely nights

Spent out like a light

With no kiss goodnight

Would we never fight when I'm away?

As the lyrics rang through the cemetery, Spencer watched as his closest friends placed pink roses on her casket. Each person stopped and prayed before they placed it down. When it was his turn he almost couldn’t do it. There was something inside him that told him he had to. Their memories together, the sound of her laugh, the image of her on that beach in Florida all passing through his mind at the same time. There was no getting around it, she was dead. She wasn’t coming back. He would never get to hold her hand, kiss her lips, or even smell her flowery perfume ever again. 

The guests slowly made their way to their cars. They all drove off and didn’t look back. Spencer wanted to leave, but he couldn’t. Emily saw his hesitation and went over to comfort him.

“She’d be proud of you,” she smiled as she pulled him into a hug. Spencer returned her hug. He tried to cry but nothing would come out, “I don’t know how to do this without her.”

“I know,” she walked Reid to his car and made sure he left before she returned to her grave. She looked down at the casket now covered in pink roses. “He’ll forgive you one day,” she smiled before returning to her car and driving off to the airport.

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“Your Highness,” Charlotte called, “the FBI agents are ready to leave.” 

You were taking them to your favorite dress shop today to get them new dresses for the upcoming parties. “Perfect, I’ll be down in a minute.” You finished brushing your hair and made your way to the front foyer. “Good morning ladies, Dr. Reid,” you smiled as they came into your eyesight. Your heels clacked against the marble as you approached the group. “There is a car waiting for us outside.” You led the four of them to the front lawn and you all climbed into the black limo waiting for you. 

“Thank you for doing this,” Emily smiled.  

You sipped the water bottle you grabbed, “of course. What kind of dresses are you guys looking for?”

“What’s the dress code like?” JJ asked.

“For the independence day ball, it’s much less formal, but the ball on the 22nd is very formal.” It was hard to explain dress codes to someone who’s never been to a ball before. “I am wearing a ball gown to the ball on the 22nd. You shouldn’t feel obligated to want one though.”

“Can we see it?” Penelope beamed.

You smiled at her excitement, “unfortunately no, my grandmother told me that it's bad luck to reveal your dress prior to the big day.”

The three girls frowned, but eventually Penelope brought up the idea of meeting a prince and falling in love. You entertained their fantasies and told them about some of the princes you’d met. They all seemed so happy, especially when you arrived in front of the dress store.

“Oh my god,” Penelope screeched as she ran to the window. “It’s so shiny,” she pointed at the purple dress in the window.

“Do you want to try it on?” you asked as you walked into the building.

She screeched and followed you in. JJ, Emily, and Spencer followed the two of you in. 

“You can try on as many dresses as you’d like,” you smiled as you sat down on the small sofa in front of the dressing rooms. “If they don’t have your size, ask one of the workers.”

Spencer sat down next to you and the two of you watched as the girls grabbed about 40 dresses combined and rushed to the dressing rooms. JJ was first out in a light blue dress with gold accents. She looked in the mirror and rushed back into the dressing room. The girls came in and out changing dresses everytime. 

Penelope settled on two pink, floral dresses. They were absolutely gorgeous and she was over the moon with her choices.

JJ chose one dress that was lavender and flowy. She chose another one that was pink with gold accents.

Emily chose two dresses that were red and sparkly. One was more form fitting and the other much looser. 

The three of them chose shoes and extra jewelry to complete the look. On the ride home they continuously thanked you.

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SPENCER’S POV (italics represent Spencer’s thoughts)

That morning was like any other morning. I woke up at 7 am, put on my regular sweater vest and tie. I fixed my scruffy hair and brewed my first cup of coffee. We had gotten back from a case a few days before so it was a given that I needed to bring my go-bag, pre-packed with plenty of ties and sweater vests. As I sat down at my table, I pick up the book I was reading last night. I didn’t get a chance to finish it yet. Just then the clock struck 7:30, I grabbed both my briefcase and duffle bag and headed to the train station. I never liked driving. There was too much risk involved and I never had the chance to learn when I was 16. With my mom in her own world and me away at MIT, it was just easier to take the metro. 

My walk to Union Station was the same as it always was. Boring. I found a way to make it fun though. Counting the number of people with black hair one day, brown the next, and blonde the day after. The ride to Quantico always gave me extra time in the morning to relax. I would just sit on the seat closest to the door with my bags on my lap and a book in hand. When I finally got to Quantico, it felt different. There was something new, but I couldn’t tell you what it was. I got into the elevator and noticed what was different, there was someone new. She had blonde hair and carried her self very confidently, but I had never seen her before. Just as the doors closed she started to walk toward the elevator. I could feel her happiness radiating through the entire building, she had a smile that made you feel like everything was going to be alright. She also had the most beautiful blue eyes. The doors closed, cutting me off from a literal ray of sunshine. 

The entire elevator ride she occupied my mind. Her smile, her hair, her eyes. The elevator doors opened and I went right to my cubicle. I set my stuff down and went to grab a cup of coffee then headed back to my desk. Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ were congregating not too far from my desk. After organizing a few papers, I went to join them. Just then, JJ pointed out someone new walking in, we were used to having new people coming and going from the office, but this was a welcome surprise. It was her. The mystery goddess from the lobby. She started walking toward us but made a detour for the stairs and entered into Hotch’s office.

“I wonder what that is about,” JJ asked.

“I don’t know,” Morgan said. “I do remember Hotch saying something about interviews for a new member of the team, but I thought he said he wasn’t going to go through with it.”

Dear God, please let her be a new member of the team. We all sat in anticipation, waiting for Hotch to come and say something to us. We saw them get up and head for the door. My heart was racing. Can you please shut up? Hotch and the new girl walked down the hallway to Rossi’s office. I couldn’t help but stare, and she stared back. 

As the minutes passed by we were all still waiting for Hotch to come back and tell us what she was doing here. Finally, she and Hotch left Rossi’s office, she had the biggest smile on her face that showed her perfect teeth. They started to walk down the stairs and head toward the four of us, so we all scrambled to seem busy as to not face the wrath of Hotch.

“Glad to see you guys are working,” Hotch quipped. “I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the BAU team, Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” 

Bless the Lord. JJ was the first person to go and greet her. 

“Jennifer Jareau, but everyone calls me JJ,” the blonde one said with the kindest smile. 

Then Prentiss went up, “Emily Prentiss, but everyone calls me… well, Prentiss,” Y/N seemed surprised at something.

“It’s lovely to meet you both” she replied shaking both their hands. 

The next to greet her was Morgan, “I’m Derek Morgan.” She seemed to be flustered by Morgan’s presence. Of course, she would be attracted to Morgan. 

“Do you prefer Derek, or do you have a nickname too?” she quipped. They all laughed at her surprisingly funny joke. 

“Just Derek is fine. Do you have a nickname, or would you prefer me to give you one?”

“Surprise me.”

I was next. Don’t fuck this up. “Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid,” I said, extending one arm for a handshake. She looked at me weird. What was she looking for?

“Dr.?” you said with a smirk, reciprocating his handshake that went on a bit too long. 

“Dr.” I replied still not letting go of the handshake. 

 Hold on, what was that? Reid stop staring you look weird. I couldn’t stop staring. Now that we were closer, I could get a good look at her eyes. They were bright blue with little flecks of green toward the middle. She smelled fantastic, like roses and lavender. Everything about her was perfect. Her face, her body, and from these first few seconds I’ve known her, her personality. 

“But we just call him pretty boy,” Derek said, hitting me on the back, releasing us both from our trance. 

“Ok, pretty boy,” she replied, looking him up and down while messing with her hair.

“Round table meeting in 5,” Hotch announced right on queue. JJ and Prentiss started to approach her and lead her away and out of the bullpen. She was perfect. The way her hips moved when she walked. The way she smiled seemed to make all the problems in the world go away. The way her hair bounced and flowed on her shoulders. And to think she couldn’t be any better, she was a Dr. Finally someone on the team who could match his intelligence.

“Oh, it looks lit pretty boy has a crush,” Morgan announced.

I turned around in shock, “I do not.”

“Then what’s with the staring,” he whispered. Was it that noticeable? 

Finally, it was time for the roundtable meeting, “Alright let’s get started,” Hotch said, walking in and sitting down. “Garcia.”

“Does anyone remember this picture,” Garcia started.

“Hotch and I were there,” Rossi answered Garcia’s peculiar question. “That’s principal Doug Givens, we had to drag him to safety.”

“High school bombing in Boise, right?” she added. The way her lips moved with every beautiful word she spoke, she was a goddess. incarnate

“School shooter and school bomber,” JJ continued. “A kid named Randy Slade shot 3 students and then set off an I.E.D. in the school cafeteria via cell phone, killing himself and 13 kids total, but not before posting all of his plans online. It was one of those ‘where were you events’. My whole campus was glued to the TV”

Garcia nodded looking at her tablet, “Last night principal Givens was killed by a bomb modeled exactly like the old one.”

“It feels like the unsub wants to attack the man who kept the whole school together after the bombing,” Morgan added. “It’s a pretty symbolic target.”

“And this week is the tenth anniversary of the massacre,” she added

“And today is the first day of a 4-day event to commemorate the bombing at the school,” Garcia continued.

“Except commemorating it isn’t enough for this unsub,” she said.

“No, he wants to relive it,” Hotch said. “Alright wheels up in 30.” As we all left the room she was called to stay back, but a few moments later she left. She left the BAU, where was she going? Did she get fired already? No, that couldn’t be the case

I walked back to the room to find Hotch, “Where is Y/N going?” 

“She’s going home to pack, shell meet us at the airfield.” And with that, all your worries went away. She wasn’t leaving, she was just packing. 

The rest of the morning went like normal. I had my third cup of coffee, grabbed my bags, and headed for the airfield. I arrived a few minutes early so I could get a good seat on the plane. I ended up sitting at the table for four with the window seat. As I got settled, I noticed she and JJ walking toward the plane at the same time. They were almost indistinguishable. Prentiss came and sat next to me, and to my surprise, Y/N sat across from me with JJ right next to her. We sat on the plane for half an hour before starting to talk about the case. I was able to read about 1200 pages in that time. 

“Perpetrators of school violence are often sophisticated with their weapons. Randy Slade carried his bomb in his backpack. This guy hid his in Givens' clock radio,” I noted. 

“Yeah, and progressive,” Prentiss added. “Each one tries to top the body

count of the one previous.”

“And they're loners by default, not by choice,” she said. “They try to join various social

groups, but they get shut out.”

“Randy Slade wasn't a loner at all,” Hotch said.

“The family cooperated fully with us,” Rossi noted. “He was a high-functioning psychopath, straight-A student, varsity wrestler, lots of girlfriends.”

“With an above-average intelligence that made him incredibly resourceful,” I added. “His explosive of choice was Semtex. It's found at demolition sites, but it's held under lock and key.”

“Which made us consider the possibility of a partner,” Rossi continued. “Never found one.”

“Slade was too much of a narcissist to share credit,” Hotch said. “But he was also an impulsive teen, which is what bothers me about this unsub.”

“His sense of control?” she asked.

“And the end game that he's working toward. Slade's pathology revolved around the big kill,” Hotch noted.  “This unsub could have done the same if he'd waited for the candlelight vigil.”

“Which means there's no blaze of glory fantasy here,” Rossi added. “This unsub has

more bombs made, and he's savoring the anticipation of his next attack.”

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4/15/2017

“All right, Voltron, sound off,” Penelope’s giddy voice rang through the coms after twenty minutes of driving. You all had mostly been driving in silence.

Prentiss was riding with Tara and Rossi, “have we dispatched units to the location Scratch tried to lure us to?”

“I coordinated it before we left,” Tara seemed incredibly calm. “They're on their way.” 

“SWAT will meet us on site at Scratch's house,” Luke said from the front seat of your SUV.

“I know we all want this son of a bitch's head on a platter, but SWAT has to clear every single room before we step foot inside,” Emily instructed.

“Have they been briefed?” JJ asked. “This guy's traps set traps.”

“The house itself could be a setup,” Rossi’s italian accent made you laugh a little. Stephen looked over at you like you were crazy. 

“Or a waste of our time so he can get away,” Stephen reminded. 

“Whatever it is, he's gonna try to take us by surprise,” Emily emphasized. “We have to be ready for anything.” You all rode in silence a little longer before a set of spike strips came out of nowhere and popped all the tires on both cars. You held onto the door as you waited for the SUV to stop spinning. “Is everyone OK?” 

JJ turned around to get a response from you, all you could muster was a nod. “Yeah, yeah, we're good,” JJ relayed to Emily.

You sighed and rested your head on your seat, closing your eyes. You were forced to open them when a bright light approached you from the left. The semi-truck slammed into both the SUV’s causing yours to flip. You were thrown out of your seat and ended up flying around the SUV. Normally you wore your seatbelt but today you didn’t.

When it finally stopped you were right side up but everyone else was upside down. After a few minutes, your vision went black. You could feel the velvet material of the roof on the back of your head. You came to and saw that JJ and Luke had crawled out of the car. Stephen was passed out next to you.

“Stephen,” you tried to shake him awake, “Stephen,” you repeated. You placed your fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. Nothing. You groaned and rested your head back down.

“Luke!” you heard a man scream. Luke came running to your side. You watched as he laid down on his stomach and looked in your, now broken, window. 

“Hey, Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed. “Stephen is dead. You need to help him.”

You watched as he looked you up and down, “are you in any pain?”

“No, you need to help Stephen,” you tried to push him away but your arms were weak. He nodded, got up and walked away. “Get Reid here now,” he whispered to an unknown person. You laid there and waited for someone to come help you out. 

Your vision was starting to become blurry and your adrenaline was running out. “Luke,” you tried to scream, but your voice wasn’t getting anywhere. 

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” Garcia’s perky little head showed up at your window. 

Seeing her brought a smile to your face, “Garcia, thank god. Can you help me out of here?” You reached your hand out and tried to grab hers.

“I’ll talk to the paramedics and see what they can do,” her smile made you feel a lot better about your current situation. “Reid should be here soon. I’ll send him to talk to you.”

“No, he should help you guys find Scratch,” you tried to dismiss her, but she wouldn’t move. “I think my legs are broken but it’s not bad right now.” Garcia was interrupted by a few paramedics who came to the side of the car. They quickly examined you and started to talk to each other. You could see the worry on their faces and in their voices. It wasn’t looking good. Your skin was becoming pale, your breathing was becoming rapid, and your heart was racing. 

“Garcia!” you heard Reid shout from down the road. “What’s going on?” you couldn’t see him but you assumed he was near the car and couldn’t see you.

“Are you her husband?” one of the paramedics asked him.

“What is happening?” his voice was frantic, you could hear it breaking. “Am I who’s husband?”

“He is,” Garcia interrupted. You couldn’t see him but you knew Reid was connecting the dots.

There were so many noises surrounding you. Everything was happening all at once and nobody would tell what was happening. “She’s not looking good,” one of the paramedics told Reid. 

You heard him push past them and fall to the ground next to you, “hey,” you smiled. You were trying to keep up a brave face for him. You watched as he scanned your body and became even more worried. 

“What happened?” his breathing was shaky. You noticed that he was blinking irregularly.

You brought one hand up to your eye and furrowed your brow, “Um, I-I think we were hit.” Your brain was foggy and everything from the past twenty all melded together. “Yeah, we were hit by a uh-”

“It’s okay if you can’t remember,” the white’s of his eyes reflected the blue and red lights making them much brighter. Your hands were shaking and your breathing was labored.

You could feel yourself starting to fall asleep but you forced yourself to wake up. Reid seemed startled when you jolted, but you gave him a small smile. “I think my legs are broken,” your voice shook with every word. “It must be a pretty bad break because I can’t feel them.” You tried to reach down with one of your hands and feel your legs but your pelvis was pinned down by the seat. 

“We’re going to get you out of here, ok?” his brown hair fell in front of his eyes that were now filling with tears. “Don’t fall asleep,” he faked a smile and grabbed your hand in his. 

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Her skin was pale. Her hands were shaking. Her breathing was labored.

“Sir, can we talk to you for a moment?” one of the paramedics got my attention. I nodded and let go of Y/N’s hand. “If we can extract her safely, we may be able to save the baby, but we have to do it soon.”

“What’s stopping you?” I asked.

The paramedic’s eyes fell to the ground, “If we move her wrong, there is a chance she loses the use of her legs.” 

“Do it,” even if it meant she couldn’t use her legs she would be more upset to be dead. 

“But, sir,” the paramedic’s eyes met my own and his brow furrowed, “maybe you’d like to discuss it with your wife.”

“I said do it,” why couldn’t he just listen. She could be dead by now. I watched as he scurried off to the ambulance and firetruck. I returned to the ground next to the car. “Y/N, I’m back,” her eyes were closed and her chest was barely rising. “Y/N,” I reached one of my arms in and gently shook her awake. She came to and looked at me without her usual smile. Her face was covered in dirt and blood, but her y/e/c eyes were still as bright as ever. 

“Reid, I think my legs are broken,” she repeated. “I can’t feel them.” 

I quickly grabbed one of her shaking hands and held it close to my heart. Her eyes were searching the floor for something, it was hard to tell what. They jolted from side to side and scanned the area. She turned her head to look at me. The corners of her mouth twisted into a smile before she looked back up and closed her eyes. Her hands stopped shaking and her chest stopped rising. 

“Y/N, wake up,” I shook her arm a little but it was limp. “No, no!” I screamed which alerted the paramedics. All of the first responders rushed over and started to work on her and the car. Garcia came and ushered me away. We stood in silence watching as they inserted the tire jack. The bottom of the SUV started to rise into the air. They quickly dragged her out and placed her on a backboard. Garcia walked me back to their SUV as they put her in the ambulance.

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Scratch died. Emily was rushed to the same hospital as Y/N. The rest of the team had all gathered in the waiting room in anticipation. After she was cleared Emily came to join us. 

The team tried talking to me but I couldn’t hear anything. There was a ringing in my ear. 

The silence was broken when JJ entered the room. Everyone’s eyes were glued on her. “She bled out during surgery. There were crush injuries that they couldn’t repair.”

“No,” Garcia started to cry into Rossi’s shoulder. Tara and Luke both left. Emily tried to comfort me, but I couldn’t move. How could she just die like that?

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