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WHAT DO YOU MEAN MATTHEW? YOU CANT JUST SAY THESE THINGS, MY LITTLE AUTISTIC BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT. IM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND
Anyways Spencer doesnât cleanly fit into any singular role of Mystery Inc. the best way to describe him would be some amalgamation between Shaggy and Velma.
I am in the midst of my yearly Criminal Minds hyperfixation and Scooby Doo has been my favorite thing since I was a baby so all the neurons are firing
âseason 8 is the worst seasonâ ok explain this then. houseâs mother and billy connolly đ?? are watching wilson defend himself with a chair from a 5â2â park who is high as a kite
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Pairings: Spencer Reid x agent!Reader
Word Count: 3k words
Warnings: Descriptions of crime scenes/vague gore, mentions of death and murder, standard Criminal Minds stuff, fluff otherwise...
A/N: I started watching CM a while ago and now I can't stop so enjoy this. There will be more, I dunno when. (Should I be working on my months-in-progress-wips? Yes, I absolutely should. Am I? Mostly. I'm trying my best)
Morgan rubs his temple, digging his fingers into the side of his forehead as he shakes his head. Tapping his pen on the desk, he tosses down his file. âBut here's what I don't get,â he says, drawing the attention of the rest of the team. âIf the unsub thinks of his victims as prey, even going as far as to torture the victim, why go through all the trouble of tucking them into bed?â
Hotch looks back at the picture in his own hands, where he had been analyzing the scene for the hundredth time in search of something he missed the first hundred. He shrugs, âTucking them in can usually indicate signs of remorse.â
JJ motions to the pictures. âYeah, but look at this guy. Does this look remorseful to you?â
You lift a shoulder, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms. âCould be a second unsub.â
You are a relatively new addition to the team. It was your fifth case with them, but they already treated you like part of the team, like family. It was easy to sink into the ebb and flow of everything, especially when they trust your skills and instincts and let you know when you're doing something wrong so you know not to do it again.
But this case was difficult. Your unsub had a strange profile: an organized, white male, with surgical experience and the MO reminiscent of a cat. He kills men and women alike, and the only connection between his victims have been their smaller statures.
The age range itself was too wide, though there was a slight reoccurrence of ages between 25 and 35. But it was still too wide, either way, not enough to work with.
He ties up and tortures them before finally ending their lives with strangulation. He uses his bare hands to get the job done, which makes him a sexual sadist. As if that wasn't enough, he carves out the victimâs heart after death and takes it as a trophy.
He shows plenty of psychopathic characteristics, but he also fits the profile of a sociopath, so it's hard to make anything stick. His MO suggests a lack of empathy and guilt, but the bed-tucking⌠You always lose him with the bed-tuckingâŚ
Morgan shakes his head a little, humming. âBut we already ruled out multiple unsubs,â he says. You nod gently. âBesides, if this guy is mimicking the hunting habits of a cat, he would hunt alone, wouldn't he?â
Reidâs head perks up. He points a pen in Morgan's direction as he shakes his head. âActually, no.â He licks his lips, and he's grabbed your attention like a siren to a sailor. âIt's a very common misconception that cats are loners, but it's untrue. Cats prefer the companionship of others just as much as a human being would.â
You lean toward him a bit across the table, watching him as he speaks, his hands moving to illustrate his words as he does. âPeople often think, because of their aloof nature, that they like to be left alone or actually despise the presence of other people, including their owners or other catsâwhich is why people believe them to be low maintenance creatures. But they are just as social as, say, a dog. Actually, it's interesting, big cats like lions, or sometimes even cheetahs, hunt in packs to take down larger prey. Domestic catsââ
âReid,â Morgan interrupts, making a cutting motion with his hand to his neck.
Your eyes turn back to Spencer, who seems to retreat in on himself a bit as he gives an apologetic smile and a small nod. âSorry,â he says, pulling his lips in a wide smile.
You set a hand on the table, shaking your head. âNo, keep going. That was interesting.â
Spencer looks at you with these eyes that seem to shine. Your heart feels fonder, warmer, at the sight of him.
âWe really don't have time to go through all of this,â Hotch says, his tone final.
âI mean,â you continue. Since joining the team, you've grown a certain affinity toward Spencer and his genius mind. Every time he's gone on his tangents, you've become enchanted by the words coming out of his mouth like he's put some sort of spell over you. You lift a shoulder, gesturing toward him. âIf this guy is basing his MO off the hunting patterns of cats, we shouldâŚknow everything we need to know about them, right?â
Hotch looks at you, his face hard and unreadable. You're unsure if he's considering your proposal or just trying to intimidate you. But then he sighs, his crossed arms loosening a little as he turns to Spencer.
âReid?â
Spencer looks between you and Hotch, relenting hesitantly as he starts off slow. âWellâŚI was going to say domestic cats are solitary hunters but sociable creatures.â He picks up his normal speed once more, âThey can be very affectionate, especially toward their owners and other cats within their households. They're also one of the only types of cats who play with their prey before killing them, which could be a reason this unsub tortures his victims so extensively in his murders.â
âWaitâŚâ Prentiss says, catching all of your attentions. âYou said âaffectionate toward their ownersâ.â
âYeah,â Spencer nods.
She waves her hands gently, âHow do cats show affection for their owners?â
Spencer shrugs, âUm, bunting, purring, some scratch, sometimes they leave offerings, like dead rodents, around the houseââ
Hotchâs dark brows furrow. âYou're saying this unsub is taking the hearts as an offering to someone else?â
Spencer thinks over that, nodding. âIt's possible.â
JJ sighs. âBut that still doesn't explain why we wouldn't have identified a second unsub earlier.â
Spencer holds out a hand, pointing with his pen. âActually, it could. You see, cats also have the tendency to mimic the people they hold affection for. We might not have noticed a second MO because the submissive unsub may be mimicking the dominant one.â
âOr learning from him,â Morgan says.
âLearning?â Hotch asks.
Morgan glances around, âWell, if we're sticking so close to this cat thing, older cats often nurture the young and teach them to hunt.â He shrugs, âWe could be looking atâŚbrothers? Older and younger?â
âOr lovers,â JJ suggests. She points to a picture, the image of a chest carefully carved open to reveal a missing heart. âIf the hearts are offerings, it could be a Valentine.â
âAnd the bed-tucking?â you ask.
Hotch picks up the picture of one of the victims, âsafelyâ and securely tucked into bedâŚput to sleep. âWell, if the hearts are offerings for a lover, this unsub is sentimental. He could feel some type of sympathy or guilt for the victim and want to âput them to sleepâ after the torture.â He studies the image, a flash of unease behind his eyes that you know all too well. He sets it down.
âOkay, so how do we find them?â Prentiss asks, clicking her pen before setting it down to begin a definitive course of action.
Spencer points to yet another picture. âLook at these injuries. These incisions are surgical,â he clarifies. âSo the dominant is a doctor or aâa veterinarian, which can be implied through his intimate knowledge of catsâ behaviors.â
âAnd the submissive might work under him as a nurse or an assistant,â you continue, adding on to his clever insight. He glances over at you, smiling almost giddily at your understanding.
Hotch turns to Morgan. âDo you think that's enough to work with?â
Morgan thinks for a moment, his shrug melding into a nod as he turns back to Hotch. âTo fit in with the rest of the profile,â he hums, âI'd say so.â
âOkay.â Hotch nods firmly. âWe'll present the profile ASAP. Morgan, get Garcia to search for any vets in the area with any records of assault charges.â He says this all while taking long strides toward the door, his red tie bouncing slightly with his movements.
Prentiss follows him with her gaze as he exits. âYou think the unsub is aggressive?â
He turns briefly. âLook at the bruising on the neck. The torture alone is an indicator of anger and frustration, but the way the victim was strangled suggests force. Much more than necessary just to crush a windpipe. He's an organized killer with a lot of rage. If he moves more along the lines of a sociopath, our best guess is he's had some kind of trouble with the law at some point in his life,â he concludes. Glancing aside, he speaks again, a little more firmly. âMorgan.â
âOn it,â he says, his phone already ready to contact Garcia on speed dial.
âAnd Reid,â Hotch says, focusing his hard stare on the younger agent.
He stiffens, straightening his back and awaiting his response. âYes?â
There's a pause as Hotch examines him silently. With a single nod, he says, âGood work.â
He glances at you. A nod.
You nod back.
Hotch leaves in a hurry, and your gaze immediately and instinctively flicks to Spencer. He smiles at you, turning away as though he was shyly hiding that same smile.
~
There were two unsubs: a surgical veterinarian and his nurse. You caught them just in time, just as that knife was gleaming in the golden light of the lamps swinging above the three bodies down in the basement of the submissive unsubâs house.
And now you soared 40,000 feet above the ground with another killer put away for good.
Everyone's in their own spirit, placing you across the aisle from JJ and Spencer in their own booths, a crochet set in your lap as you continue one of your projects. Emily's eyes linger on JJ, watching the crease of her brow as she studies case files.
âWhat are you thinking about?â she asks, setting her book to the side to shift her attention. Derek darts his eyes up from his own book, lifting his brow as he does it.
JJ looks up, breathing in and lifting her shoulder in a half shrug. âI don't know about you,â she says, âbut I know that if I got an actual human heart on Valentine's Day, me and my alleged partner would have some serious issues.â
Snorts and chuckles lift from multiple places among the seats, heads shaking and attentions shifting back to their own activities.
But as soon as you hear the first lilt of Spencer's voice, like clockwork, you're a fish on a hook.
âActually,â he begins, âif we were set back thousands of years, that would not be a very unusual occurrence.â He licks his lips quickly, âYou see, Valentine's Dayâs origins actually go back to a festival called Lupercal, or Lupercalia. The festival was in itself a very violent and sexually charged affair that lasted roughly three daysâfrom the 13th to the 15thâset in Rome. Its traditions were carried out in two separate locations, firstlyââ
âAlright,â JJ rises to her feet, her eyes wide in annoyance as she closes her case file in a large announcement to Spencer. âI'm getting coffee. Do you want anything?â
Spencer purses his lips, that same wide, apologetic grin covering his face as he leans back in his seat and shakes his head. âUh, no. All good here.â
She nods, turning to walk away, âGreat.â
You watch JJ leave, your eyes fall back upon Spencer, who's pulling his book back into his palms to turn his focus back on the pages. His eyes flit over the words at lightning speed, absorbing the information and moving to the next.
Taking your crochet set in your hands, you stand and plop down in JJâs old spot. Spencer's eyes darts up to you, glancing between you and his book as you set your stuff down and readjust your yarn.
Beginning again, you nod toward him. âYou were saying?â
Spencer, his eyes wide and confused and his lips parted in wonder and his cheeks a little pink, stares at you. After remembering he had to respond, he sputters in an attempt to.
âUh, it's-it's really not thatâŚinteresting,â he mumbles, trailing off at the end as he sets his book down, his fingertips pressing against the edge of the desk between the both of you.
âWell,â you look up at him, setting your elbow on the table and tucking your first underneath your chin, âI was very interested.â
His Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. His lips form the word before it comes out of his mouth. âYou were?â
You nod, âMhm.â
Looking at him for a momentâjust looking at him for a momentâyou take in the pretty sight of his bewildered expression, fascination and confusion and excitement crossing his face in a flurry of emotion.
You move your elbow from the table and pick up your hook, nodding toward him before training your eyes on your work again as you await his words. âFirstly?â you prompt.
Scrambling to organize his thoughts, Spencer nods. As the words form in his brain, he smiles as he thrusts himself into another rant, speaking a little softer so as not to aggravate the rest of the team.
âWell, firstly, the uhâ The-the first location was in a cave called Lupercusânamed after the Roman fertility god that the celebration was dedicated toâand the second is a public meeting place called the Comitium.â
You tilt your head toward him, smiling a little. âLike the word âcommitteeâ.â
âExactly like the word âcommitteeâ,â he beams.
Your attention, as hard as you tried to split it, becomes entirely caught up in Spencer as you forget about your project and focus your gaze entirely on him. You set your arms on the table separating you and watch as he speaks, your smile definitely too love-sick to be a hint anymore. He seems to lean in closer.
âSo how did Lupercalia become Valentine's Day?â you wonder aloud.
âWell,â he starts, prompting a larger grin from you, âin the late 5th century A.D., Pope Gelasius I eliminated it and declared February 14th a day to celebrate the martyrdom of Saint Valentine insteadâalthough it's highly unlikely he intended the day to commemorate love and passion as it is celebrated now. In fact, some modern biblical scholars warn Christians not to celebrate Valentine's Day at all, due to its Pagan roots and rituals.â
You hum, your eyes taking glances at the stretch of his skin over his fingers and the way they move when he speaks.
âDo you celebrate Valentine's Day?â you ask gently, speaking slowly.
His hands fall back down to his lap, and he shakes his head as he straightens his posture a bit. âWellâŚI don't usually have anyone to celebrate it with, so⌠No, not really.â
Feeling the shyness slipping into your veins, you set your hands on the table and let your fingers slowly inch toward him, staring at them inside of his eyes. You don't want to see the rejection if it lives there, in his eyes.
You speak slowly, emphasizing every syllable. âWould you like to have someone to celebrate it with?â
He swallows thickly, letting one hand lift onto the table, still close to him but building up courage to maybe meet you in the middle. âLikeâŚâ he clears his throat quietly. âLike you?â
You offer a right smile, finally flicking your eyes up to meet his and feeling giddy at the light blush on his cheeks, the nervous wideness of his gaze. âI promise no actual hearts.â
You watch him, and againâŚhis eyes, his Adam's apple, his cheeks, his lips. âUhâŚyeah,â he stutters. âYeah, sure. I'll be yourâŚyour Valentine.â
You smile, a wide smile that splits your face in two. Spencer's own grin follows suit. Looking past you, he catches the eyes of Derek, who smirks and offers a cheesy thumbs up, proud of him for securing you as he did.
His gaze falls back to you when you begin to speak, your voice just as song-ish to him as his is to you. You're both equally as infatuated as the other. âYou know,â you trail off slowly, âsupposedly, Saint Valentine might be so commonly associated with our day of love because there are rumors that he used to perform secret weddings against the wishes of the authorities in the third century.â
He nods slowly, his brows furrowed slightly. âYes, that's rightâŚâ Licking his bottom lip, he speaks again. âYou already knew all that stuff about Lupercalia, didn't you?â
You smile, your face squished a bit as you raise your hands and close your thumb and forefinger close together. âMaybe a little,â you whisper. But then you shrug and just keep looking at him. âBut I like listening to you talk.â
Spencer suddenly doesn't think you're real, but he isn't about to question it if you aren't. There's someone who enjoys his tangents. He isn't going to jeopardize that.
âOh,â is all he says.
With your crocheting long forgotten, you lean forward on the table and give him every ounce of attention in your mind. With a fond smile on your lips and a twinkle in your eye, you rest your chin on your folded hands. âYou should tell me aboutâŚâ you pause, thinking, before you smile curls even more, âbees.â
His brows lift as he nods. âOkay, well,â he starts, âdid you know the first civilization to practice widespread, organized beekeeping was the Ancient Egyptians, who began beekeeping around 2,500 BCE?â
Your brows lift in fascination. You shake your head, âNo, I didn't.â
His smile grows. âWellâŚâ
For the remainder of the flight, Spencer talks and talks and talks, his voice quiet and meant solely for you as he talks about whatever you want: bees and wine and marbles and Halloween. He keeps smiling at you, as you keep smiling at him. Somewhere along the way, he officially asks you on a date, and you both get off the jet together to get a cup of coffee.
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