Drunk in Love Pt. 3 (Spencer Reid x Reader)
1895 Words
As soon as we're on site, the team and I are sprinting from our vehicles to the swarm of officers and SWAT units lined outside of the abandoned factory.
"What do we know?" Hotch questions the chief.
"Armed and dangerous, on the third floor. She's got a hostage with her, we haven't been able to identify him."
"Sam Preston!" I interrupt as it all clicks in my mind. They turn to me with raised brows. "I- it all makes sense." I shake my head, wondering how I hadn't seen it before. After (Y/N) had left me last night, all I could do to get my mind off things was to reread the case files. Sam Preston was on every page but it never made sense till now.
"What is it, Reid?" Hotch's deep voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Her ex boyfriend. He cheated on her with all the previous victims."
"That's why she wrote 'w***e' with their blood." Morgan sighed, piecing all it together.
"And it wasn't a change in M.O.," I continue, "This was her plan the entire time. Kill the girls and then go after the source of her rage."
"This is her end game." Hotch concludes and I nod, ignoring the pang of guilt inside me because of this cruel irony.
"She's picked up her cell! She's demanding to speak with the FBI!" One of the officers shouts as he sprints over with a phone.
We all look at each other and Hotch points to me. I reach for the phone and gulp.
"Reid, let her know that we get why she's doing this. Agree that she's a victim of Sam's."
My sweating hands grip the phone tighter as I bring it to my ear. Heavy breathing greets me.
"Melanie? This is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit."
"I said the FBI!" She shouts.
"I am. I'm an Agent for the FBI. The Behavioral Analysis Unit is a branch of it." She remains silent, but I can recognize the sounds of her struggling hostage in the background.
"I know what Sam did to you and it isn't fair." I continue.
"You don't know anything!" Melanie cries. Hotch widens his eyes at me, a sign to keep going.
"I know that he cheated on you with all those girls. He told you that he loved you and he lied. He went behind your back and now you're getting your revenge. Isn't that correct?"
"I just..." Her voice wavers through the phone. "Why would he do this? Why do guys cheat? Why would he hurt me like this?"
"Melanie, you know this isn't the answer. We can help you but you need to let Sam go."
"No! Why do they do this?!" She screams and I notice the team looking anxiously at each other.
"Melanie, I don't know for sure. Whatever the reason doesn't make it okay. It's possible he had a real addiction to cheating."
"That's not real!" She cries into the phone.
"There has been lots of scientific research put into the subject. I can tell you more about it but you need to let him go. We can get him help. We can get both of you help."
"Why are you making excuses for him?! He's disgusting!"
"Melanie-"
"No! You're one of them aren't you? You're on his side! You're both cheaters!"
Gun shots ring out through both the phone and the building in front of us.
"Shots fired!" Hotch yells and everything happens quickly. The phone drops from my hand and it feels like my heart has dropped into my stomach. We follow the swat team up the winding stairs of the old factory to an empty floor containing two limp bodies.
"He's gone!" Morgan yells to us, fingers searching for a pulse on his neck. Melanie is next to him, blood dripping down her face, barely conscious.
"We need a medic over here!" I shout while kneeling down beside the gruesome scene.
"You're-" She looks me directly in the eye, "you're one of them." Melanie struggles for air with her words but I know what she's saying.
"No, no, Melanie, stay with me." I grab her shoulders, "Stay awake." It's too late, her eyes roll back and my bloodied fingers search for a heartbeat that isn't there.
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"Reid!"
My head snaps up to see Morgan waving a hand past my face. "Anyone home?"
"Oh sorry." I pull my gaze from the book and over to my watch. 8 pm. That leaves about an hour till home. Till I have to face the issue I'd been putting off for months.
"You've been reading the same page for the last half hour." Morgan chuckles, pointing to my copy of Le Grand Meaulnes, a book I've read over a dozen times but tonight it just isn't holding my focus. "Everything okay?"
I sigh. No, Morgan, nothing is okay. "Hmm? Yeah. Fine."
"Oh no, pretty boy. I know you and something is definitely up. Is this about the case?" He leans closer. "We did all we could to stop her."
"I know that..." I look around the jet, trying to avoid his gaze. He's a profiler, a professional trained in reading body clues and here I am trying to evade him. Everyone else is either asleep or lost in their own worlds.
"Then tell me." Morgan says, "talk to me man." I look at him and break. He knows I'm holding back and there's no getting around it now.
"Um," I tug at my collar awkwardly, unsure of how to begin, not wanting to ramble on about it, "I need to break up with Ann."
His eyebrows raise but he says nothing, urging me to continue. "I treat her so bad and she doesn't deserve me."
"I gotta say i'm surprised... I thought you were really good together."
"These past few months," I sigh, "they've been rough. I did something bad."
Morgan shifts in his seat, again not saying anything. Leaving me to spill my secret.
"I've been cheating on her." I say it quickly.
"s**t man..."
"With my ex. And I think I'm in love."
It's silent for a while while Morgan just looks at me. His expression is difficult to read. Disappointment maybe? Probably.
I'm disappointed too. When did I go from the guy who could barely speak to women to the guy who breaks their hearts? I've had chances with two beautiful women and now they're hurting simply because I tried too hard not to hurt them. The god damn irony.
"You know what you need to do, don't you?" He asks eventually.
"Yes."
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I unlock the front door with a shaking hand.
"Spencer? Is that you?" A voice calls from the bedroom. I drop my keys on the table and try hard to steady my pounding heart as I reach the room.
Ann is dressed in a coat and boots, holding several bags.
"What is this?" I gesture to the taped up boxes sitting on the bed.
"I'm leaving." Her eyes are cold, staring directly into mine and it sends a shiver down my spine. "I should have a long time ago."
I can only nod. She's right. "I should have been honest with you a long time ago."
"Did you ever even want me?" Her face is angry and uncaring but her voice tells a completely different story. One that's very upset.
"Yes, Ann. I loved you. But you know this just doesn't feel right." I sigh and move to take the bags from her arms. They're dropped to the floor as I wrap my arms around her. She's stiff for a minute until her arms wrap around me and we just stand there for a while, feeling our hearts beat and listening to our breathing, knowing this will be the last time we'll ever hold each other.
"Do you have somewhere you can stay?" I whisper.
"My sister." She answers and I nod against her cheek. "It's because of that girl isn't it?"
"I'm so sorry, Ann." This time she nods and slips her way out of my embrace. She grabs the bags back up and tells me goodbye. An enormous weight lifts itself from my shoulders and I can finally breathe. It hurts but I'm breathing again.
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"I need to see you." I type out and press send after staring at it for the past five minutes. It's been one of the longest days of my life and there's still more to do. I still need to make things right with (Y/N).
I've showered, made dinner (that I couldn't even eat because my stomach is in knots), and cleaned the entire kitchen trying to avoid contacting (Y/N). Not that I don't want to talk to her. More that I'm terrified. Terrified that she's moved on, that she's angry, that she's given up on me. I wouldn't be able to blame her if she has but I don't know how I'll be able to live with myself, knowing I screwed this up so badly for us.
The phone vibrates and I jump directly out of the chair, knocking it over in the process of running for my phone that I left on the counter.
"I'm on my way." It reads.
The minutes feel like hours and my heart is about to explode. The anxiety is killing me and I'm not sure if I should just make a run for it and forget ever trying to have a relationship with anyone ever again. The I hear the creaking of the front door open behind me.
"(Y/N)." Is all I can get out before she's in my arms and her lips are on mine. Her mouth is so soft pressing against mine and my fingers find their way to the back of her head, wrapping themselves in her hair. I cannot believe this is happening.
"Spence!" She gasps, pulling away suddenly. Tears look like they're beginning to form on the brims of her eyes and the sick feeling is back in my stomach. She leans on my chest and I hold her there as I struggle to form a coherent sentence.
"(Y/N) I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry it took me this long."
She pulls away and actually smiles as the tears roll down. "So you did it? You broke up?"
"Yes, (Y/N). You're everything to me now. You always were. I'm sorry it took so long to realize." I was so blind before. I was only really happy when I was with (Y/N) and we were both too stubborn to make it work.
"Jesus Spencer, I never thought I'd hear those words leave your mouth."
"Are you angry?" I ask softly, afraid to break the spell. Afraid she'll leave my arms and never come back.
"I was. I was planning on coming in here and just yelling. Telling you how bad it hurt to sit and wait."
"I'll never put you through that again." The thought broke my heart.
"But then I saw you and it didn't even matter, Spence. I hate what you did but I love you."
"I'm sorry." I press my lips to her forehead, breathing in her scent deeply. Hoping to never go so long without smelling it ever again.
"I know." She wipes her eyes and smiles up at me.
"Be mine again?"
"I never stopped."
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