Criminal Minds Imagines and One-Shots

The Call (Spencer Reid x Reader)

The call was inevitable and you knew it. Going after serial killers day in and day out obviously had its risks. Yet somehow, you’d been able to convince yourself that this kind of situation would never happen. That your fiance, Spencer Reid, would magically be immune to getting hurt on the job. Sure the other agents have gone through their fair share of injuries from being out in the field but not Spencer. Not the man you were so madly in love with.

The moment I was jolted from my sleep at 2 am, I knew that my illusions had been shattered. “Nothing good can come from a call this early in the morning,” I had thought to myself, grasping the phone at my ear.

“Spence?” My voice shook, it was barely above a whisper.

“(Y/N), it’s Morgan.” He clears his throat in an attempt to mask the worry I can hear in his voice but it’s too late.

“What happened?” The worst imaginable scenarios are running through my head. The unsub has him. He’s dead. Oh god, please don’t let him be dead.

“He’s been shot.” Morgan answers and immediately I’m rocking back and forth in the bed. Tears I hadn’t realized I’d been crying are falling down to my chest. “He’s in surgery now.”

“How did this happen?” You cry into the phone. “Where are you?”

“I can explain more when you get here and I can send the hospital address to your phone.” He completely ignores my first question and all of the horrible possibilities continue to build in my mind.

“I’ve gotta catch a plane. I’ve gotta get to the airport.” The tears are making it hard to speak coherently but miraculously he understands.

“Plane?”

“I’m a thousand god damn miles away.” I sob, trying to zip the side of my boot. “I thought it’d be nice to visit family while he was gone.” I couldn’t believe my luck. The one time I leave the city is the same time Spencer is hurt. “I’m so stupid! I should’ve stayed.”

“(Y/N), baby girl, you’ve got to calm down.” His voice tries to soothe me but it falters at the end. “Call when you land, I’ll come get you, okay?”

I whimper out an “Okay” before grabbing my suitcase and scrawling a note to my parents. The plan was to stay a week with them and my younger siblings back home in Oklahoma City. Spence was supposed to come too, we were going to announce the engagement. Of course he’d get called in by Hotch. How had I not seen it coming? Psychopaths don’t take into consideration your travel plans. They certainly don’t take into consideration that the man they’re shooting has a family back home. What a f*****g disaster.

I move through airport security in a daze. The tears were subsiding but the terror eating at my insides wasn’t. I pay hundreds of dollars, money that was reserved for our wedding fund, to haggle a last minute seat on a flight to Arlington. It’s a two hour flight but it feels like a million. It’s pitch black out and I can’t pull my eyes from the stars outside the window. The other passengers are snoring and I’m trying my hardest to catch my breath because it was only three nights ago that Spencer had pointed out a shooting star from the fire escape of his apartment.

“Isn’t it funny that people call them shooting stars when in actuality, they’re not even stars at all.” He’d pulled me tighter into his arms as we leaned against the brick wall.

“No?” I’d asked.

“They’re simply meteors that burn up in the atmosphere before they reach ground.” He chuckled to himself and I couldn’t help but smile. Only Spencer Reid would find astronomy trivia comical. But that was her Spencer and if hearts could burst from loving too much, she’d be dead because of him.

“How many stars do you think are out there?” I’d whispered after kissing his cheek.

“There’s around 300 billion in just our own galaxy.” He began. I always loved the way his eyes lit up when he was able to teach something new. “It’s estimated that there’s 100 billion galaxies out there.”

“Wow.” I sighed.

He nodded, “You’d think we could just use our own Milky Way to predict how many are out there but it’s not representative of all galaxies in general.”

I turned to him, linking our hands together and he smiled at the feeling of my engagement ring brushing his palm. “So that could mean what? Quadrillions?”

“Maybe…” His lips brushed my own, “Or Quintillion or Sextillion.”

I wiped away a fallen tear as a flight attendant’s voice broke me out of my memories.

“We will be arriving at Reagan National Airport in about 15 minutes.”

I wrangled my phone out of the mess that was my purse and thanked the lord for in-flight wifi. “Landing at Reagan in 15 mins.” I sent to Morgan and then fell back against my seat, closing my eyes as the turbulence rocked the plane.

“I hate flying too.” The elderly man beside me had woken and was tightly gripping the armrest separating us.

“Yeah.” I sighed. But surprisingly, falling 45,000 feet wasn’t at the top of my concerns at the moment.

The cold air whipped across my face and through my hair as I stood outside the airport, waiting for my ride. I was violently shivering with the mix of nerves and below freezing conditions.

“(Y/N)! Jesus! You’re an ice cube!” Morgan burst from a car door after speeding up beside me. His arms wrapped me in an oversized jacket as I settled into one of the heated seats.

Soon enough we were driving in silence. Derek’s eyes focused intensely on the road ahead, going at least 25 miles over the limit.

My own eyes were focused on my ring. My mind replayed the moment he slipped it onto my finger over and over. I then thought of the possibility of never feeling Spencer’s touch again. I felt sick to my stomach.

“How’d it happen?” I finally ask.

His right hand lifts from the wheel to the back of his neck. He rubs it and avoids my eyes thinking of what to say.

“One of the unsubs… he thought he could reason with her. I told him it was useless, that she was too delusional.” He brings his gaze to mine. “She was schizophrenic, (Y/N). She was older too.”

I shook my head to myself. He didn’t need to finish, I could already see where this was going. Spencer saw his mom in the unsub. Of course he was going to try to talk her into putting the gun down.”

A while later I feel a hand on my own, “Here we are.” I look up and realize it’s the hospital just minutes from the apartment. I could’ve been here in five minutes if I’d stayed home.

I don’t even bother to wait for Morgan to lock the car or lead me inside. I’m already sprinting, dodging patients and nurses like a crazy woman. The front desk is the only thing in my line of sight at this point.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. Where is he?’ I ask impatiently and out of breath. Her widened eyes move from me to her computer as she takes her time clicking and typing. My fingers tap the granite ledge as nerves roll like waves through my entire body.

“Please where is he?” I groan.

“Ma’am I’m looking.”

“Can’t you just type in his name? Why is this taking so long?” I cry out as I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Just wait your turn!” I snap, spinning around and ending up face to face with Penelope Garcia.

“Oh Penelope.” I fall into her open arms, “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh sweetness, don’t be.” She holds me close as I break down against her. “He’s still in surgery but one of the nurses just told me he was doing good so far.”

I nod against her shoulder feeling a flood of relief wash over me. “He’s not dead. He’s not dead.” I whisper to myself.

“No dollface, of course not.” Morgan catches up to us and we move to the waiting area.

Hours pass impossibly slow as the three of us wait. Morgan brings us coffee and Garcia tries her hardest to keep the mood light with idle chit chat. It still feels like I’m living a nightmare. The other members of the BAU call frequently for updates while they work to find the second unsub.

“(Y/N)!” Penelope gasps suddenly, reaching to my left hand that’s wrapped around a cup of lukewarm coffee.

I turn and raise an eyebrow until I follow her gaze to my engagement ring. “When on earth did this happen!?”

My cheeks burn as she inspects the diamonds thoroughly. “Just last week.”

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” She smiles and pulls me in for another embrace.

“What’s beautiful?” Morgan interrupts as he walks back from the restroom, a fourth cup of coffee in his hands.

“You are of course!” Penelope winks at me, keeping the secret, and turns to Morgan. “My beautiful, beautiful, chocolate god.”

Morgan bursts out laughing and I can’t help but join them, enjoying the feeling of something other than anxiety.

“Is the family of Spencer Reid here?” We’re interrupted by a woman in scrubs and I leap from my seat.

“Yes! What is it? Is he okay? Did he make it?” Morgan reaches for my hand, squeezing it for support and all three of us hold our breath.

“Mr. Reid did in fact make it through the surgery.” I begin to exhale, feeling my eyes water up at this fantastic news.

“If the bullet had hit his chest even a centimeter off, he wouldn’t have been so lucky.” The doctor continues, flipping through her files.

“Where is he? I need to see him.” Her hand raises to stop me.

“He lost a lot of blood during the surgery so he will most likely be disoriented…” My eyes widen, silently pleading with her to let me see him.

“But…” She nods, “You may visit. We have him upstairs, I’ll have a nurse escort you all.”

My hand tightens it’s grip on Morgan’s as we approach the room. There he was, lying almost lifelessly in the hospital bed, hooked up to IV’s and other machines. A heart monitor played a steady beeping in the corner which reminded me that I needed to breath.

“Dr. Reid?” The nurse propped his bed up and his eyes began to flutter open. “You have company.” She began examining his bandages and the look of pain on his face made me feel like I was punched in the stomach.

Morgan must have noticed my expression and he pulls me into his chest. “Look at that, (Y/N), pretty boy is alive and well. Not many people can get shot through the chest and be able to say that, huh?”

“One bullet and you’re already trying to steal my fiance.” Spencer’s husky voice interrupts the exchange and brings another round of tears to my eyes.

“Wait… fiance?” Morgan’s jaw drops.

I move to Spencer as soon as the nurse leaves. “Spence.” I bite down on my lip to keep it from quivering, smiling at him gently, and resisting the urge to pull him into my arms.

“Hi (Y/N).” He rasped out sheepishly.

“Do you have any idea how much you scared us all, kid?” Morgan asked, moving to the opposite side of the bed pulling up a chair.

“I’m sorry.” Spencer’s gaze fell to my hand that was resting on his arm. “I really thought I’d be able to talk her out of it.”

“I thought I’d lost you.” Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Please don’t cry.” He grunted, obviously in a tremendous amount of pain. “It would take a lot more than this for you to lose me, (Y/N).”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at that and he smiles gently down at me. I pull myself up to kiss his lips with a light peck.

“You two are so adorable, it makes me sick.” Garcia pretends to fake gag as she enters the room, carrying a tray of jellos.

“Jello!” Spencer laughs as she sets it down in front of him.

“Yes, your favorite, I know.” She does a little curtsy, “You are welcome. Now come on, Derek.” She lifts him from the chair.

“What why?” He looks puzzled.

“Lets give the newly engaged couple some alone time.” She coos, pulling Morgan to the door.

“Oh right!” Morgan spins around before opening the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Reid, I like the sound of that. Congrats pretty boy.” He winks and then they are gone.

“You told them?” Spencer asks as I rip open a jello container.

“Not on purpose but this-” I wiggle the ring in front of his face, “makes it pretty obvious.”

“What about your family? Do they know?” His brows furrow as I lift a spoonful of jello to his mouth.

“Nope. Still a secret, babe.” I answer.

“I feel like a baby when you feed me like this.” Yet he opens his mouth as I feed him more.

“You can barely lift your head, Spence. I do it because I love you.” I giggle, eating some myself.

“I love you so much.” He whispers. “I’m sorry that I scared you.” I nod, unsure of what to say. I’d never been more scared in my life. The fact that the one person I felt so connected to both mentally and physically could be taken away at any moment was almost paralyzing.

“What I did was stupid.”

“No.” I shook my head. “It’s because you cared. You always care so much. It’s why I love you and it’s part of your job, I get it.” I move closer to kiss him again. This time his lips move against mine, willing me to stay against him just a bit longer. When I pull away, I notice that his heart monitor has sped up.

His face heats up and I move the jellos to the side, letting my head rest against his thighs. “It’s just scary sometimes. Waiting at home, wondering if you’ll come back at the end of the day.” I look up at him and he carefully moves a hand to my head, lightly stroking my hair with his fingers.

“Sometimes…” He begins, “ I worry that when I get home, you won’t be there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if one day you get fed up with me missing dinners and anniversaries and seeing your family with you? I’d understand but… I just worry.”

His confession completely blindsided me. Spencer worries about me in the same way I worry for him.

“I’d never leave you.” I whisper, looking up at him. I see the fear in his eyes dissipate as I speak.

“I promise you, I’ll be much more careful, (Y/N).” His fingers absentmindedly intertwine with my hair as he looks me deeply in the eyes. “I won’t be leaving either.”