ᥫ᭡. SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER , SNIPER⊹ — /S.REID/
SUMMARY: The BAU tracks a deadly and arrogant sharpshooter. You, an expert in precision, struggle how familiar the unsub's MO is, and has a genius is always by your side, that looks at you with hearts in his eyes.
PAIRING: s.reid x bau!sharpshooter!reader .. established relationship
WARNINGS: mentions of death & blood.
NOTES: tbh i lowk dont like this?? also i'm experimenting on the layout style on my fics dont mind me raauhfhfjf,, anyways someone needs to give me money lowk i need buldaaakk 💔💔 it was like 2am when i wrote this so i think u should expect somr bad grammar!! i also wrote this i na hurry cause i want to sleep,, angways enjoy!! (word count: 1.7k)
The rooftop was cold. You were standing on a rooftop, and you were carrying your rifle, which was unloaded and disarmed. You weren't here to shoot. You were here to see.
To see how the unsub shot their victim. To observe.
"Around three hundred yards," You mumble to to yourself. You were alone. "Most likely no wind resistance." You say as you observe the area where the victim was shot. A single clean shot. No exit wound. Upper left chest was the usual target for the shooter.
"Impressive." Spencer's voice broke the silence behind you, you flinched when you heard his voice.
"You're late." you murmur.
"Walking up a flight of stairs in a hurry isn't really my thing." He chuckled with a sheepish smile, you turned around to face him, you see that he had a drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead. "Oh, and, I bought you coffee." He held up the cup of coffee as he walks towards you.
You take the cup from him, your fingers slightly brushed against his.
"Thank you." You gave him a small smile before setting the rifle on your shoulder with a hand supporting it, then taking to cup from him to takea sip of the coffee, he gives you a smile back.
You glance back at the slight imprint on the ground, "The tripod was here, I'm guessing the unsub was waiting for the target. they knew the victim's routine." you spoke.
Reid leaned in, "The shot traveled 280 meters, thats almost like 3 football fields. Whoever's doing this is precise and patient. Like a sharpshooter." He hummed.
"I know," you exhale, lips pressed tight. "It's too clean."
"You're worried." Spencer spoke as he observes your face, he sees that your eyebrows are slightly furrowed.
"No, I'm pissed." you corrected him before you put your rifle near it's case, "He knew what he was doing and he wanted us to know." You crossed your arms as you stood up, your gaze went back to the scene.
Everything was now silent, all you could hear was the breeze of the air flowing against your skin and hair, and Spencer was there. Reading your facial gestures, he was there reading you.
"You've gone quiet." He muttered to you.
You didn't look at him, "I'm thinking."
"You do that a lot." He said, his head tilted as he spoke.
You turned your head around to meet his eyes, "You love that about me." You tease as you tilted your head back at him.
"I do." He smiled faintly, "I love everything about you."
The tension between you two thickened, you two were staring at eachother before Spencer spoke.
"We should.. Go back." Spencer suggests as he pointed to the door that led to the staircase. You nodded, you handed your cup of coffee to him before kneeling down to put your rifle in your casing and carrying it with you. You take your coffe back andwalk beside Spencer, having small talk while walking down the stairs to go back to the SUV and head back to the precinct.
Back at the precinct the team gathered around the board littered with crime scene photos and evidence. Three victims, killed from a long distance.
"Two men, one woman," Hotch sighed, "No connection between them that we can currently find. But shot placement is identical, all where the upper left chest is targetted. Fatal, but not instant. Why?"
"It's most likely a showmanship." You hypothesized, "He's basically taunting us by making the fatal shot, he could've killed them in an instant, but he didn't." You shrug as some of the team nodded.
"We charted the elevation points, this unsub likes to do it where he can see everyone and no one can see him." Reid informed as he tapped on the map.
JJ frowned, "So.. We're looking at a pattern based on the environment? Not victimology?"
You hummed, "Every setup so far has minimal wind interference, downward line of sight."
Morgan looked over to you, "You profiling the unsub or yourself?"
You shrug at his words, "Sharpshooters are alike, the difference is the motive. LDSK's are no different."
Hotch looked at you with a measured look, "So the unsub probably has military training. He's confident and arrogant."
You nodded at Hotch's words before turning to Spencer who gives you a small smile. "I think we're ready for a profile." Hotch glances up to the team before heading out of the temporary conference room that the precinct made.
After giving the profile, you sat down in the conference room, you prop your legs on the table as you play with the pen in between your fingers.
Spencer knocked on the open door, "You look.. Stressed." He pursed his lips as he slowly walks beside you, taking a seat to sit with you.
You hummed as you looked at the board in front of you. He watched you for a moment longer. Then, he softly spoke, "You look tired." He repeats his words, but not in an exact way.
"I'm fine, Spence." You turn your head to look at him.
"You say that everytime." He frowned slightly as his hand reached for your stray hair and tucked it behind your ear.
You finally exhaled, "I feel like I've seen this before, but I can't recall who did it."
Soencer didn't offer empty empathy, instead he listened, he listened and read your face. He gently reached out for the pen that you were playing with in between your fingers and set it on the table, then his fingers wrapped around yours. Warm and Comforting.
"We'll see it." He assured you as his grip tightened slightly before letting go, letting his hand relax against yours. "For now, you need rest."
You found the fourth site out of luck, or maybe it wasn't. Either way the UnSub left the shell of his ammunition, with a paper beside it.
The site was a playground.
"He flinched." You murmured as Spencer cane up behind you with a confused look.
"He usually targets left upper chest area. This one was just on the shoulder." You look at him.
He then hummed, "His first mistake."
"He's getting sloppy" You sighed, and something in your head clicked.
"What are you thinking?" Spencer tilts his head slightly as he asks you.
"I don't think this was about the targets."
JJ jogged over the two of you, "We just got something from the precinct." She says as she hands her phone to you.
Hotch sent the image. It was a photo—You. Taken across the street, you were out taking a breather fron things inside the precinct, wearing your leather jacket.
You notice a paper next to the photo. "You look good in black." In red. A color that looked like blood.
You stared at it for a few moments. You hear Spencer's voice next to you. "That looks like blood." He points out. "I think that might be the unsub's, he was no where near the crime scene."
Your breathe hitched, you raise your head to look at JJ. "It's still being processed."
You hand her phone back to her before you walk over to the nearest bench to sit down. Spencer follows you, but doesn't say a thing, until he sits down beside you.
"You're the target. The woman who he shot looked like you." He muttered.
"You think I don't know that?" You snapped, you look at Spencer, wide-eyed, you clear your throat before mumbling an apology to him. He nods in understanding.
After a while, you planned a setup for the unsub. Spencer and JJ disapproved of it, because you would be putting your life at risk. But you assured the team that you wouldn't get killed. Atleast that's what you think.
After you picked the location and time, you had to wait a day before commencing with the plan and it didn't take long for him to find you. You were out in the open, an easy shot, but a bullet flies past you. It makes you suspicious.
Spencer yelled your name from afar, though, you couldn't hear it because you heard another shot, thankfully you ducked to tie your shoe.
"Shots fired! Two shooters!" Morgan's voice blasted through the earpiece.
You fall on your bottom, you see Spencer running towards you, but you paid no mind to him because you were observing the buildings. Then you saw it.
One on the rooftop while the other was in the third floor.
The original was the one who shot you, you don't recognize the other shot made, you figured it was an accomplice or a prodigy of the unsub.
Spencer dropped beside you, "You okay?" he frowned
"Yeah." You pointed to the building where the shots were fired. "I want both of them alive."
And you had to wait for a few moments, before Emily's voice came through the earpiece, "We got the unsub and his assistant."
You sighed out of relief before you slung your arms towards Spencer, giving him a hug.
He pats your back two times before you let go.
Turns out, the unsub was your colleague who was your shooting partner in the practice range back then in the military, when you weren't at the BAU yet. He liked to shoot from heights, and he was dishonorably discharged from the military.
You leaned against the ambulance as the EMT clears you for any injuries. You notice Spencer walking towards you with a bottle of water. He offers it to you and you chuckle before grabbing it.
You took a sip from the water bottle and set it beside you on the ambulance.
"You were.. Brave." He smiled at you.
"I was about to chicken out before the shots were fired." You joke as you held his hand.
"I think.. We should take a break." You purse your lips.
He blinked at you, "From us?" He asks.
"No silly, just from.. Everything. It's been overwhelming for me and I don't know for you."
He nodded, "Did you know that theres a tree in the Amazon Rainforest that stores rainwater in its bark? It's enough to drink from in weeks."
You cock an eyebrow at him, "What are you implying?"
"I'm saying is that I wanna be that bark for you." He smiles sheepishly, "I wanna support you and be there for you."
You stare at him in confusion for a few moments before laughing, "That's such a weird way to put it."
He looks at you lovingly before he presses a kiss on your lips, his hand cups your cheek.
As you two kissed, everything then felt quiet, like the universe suddenly stopped.
Spencer was yours and you were his.
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