One magnificent sunset and two strangers torn apart by their lives, but brought together to make a perfect whole.
Can Y/N and Spencer Reid survive against the ghosts of their pasts in this tale of two broken lovers?
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Discussion of rape INCREDIBLY brief mention of self harm • • • • • •
As the door opened, you fell forward, landing your palms on the feet of the man you'd been trying to escape.
"I told you not to go anywhere, doll. "
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"Wow, this guy is messy, he just bought a secluded storage unit like a week ago, I'm sending the address to your phones. He made this way too easy." Garcia spoke up texting the address to everyone on the team.
Spencer sprinted out of Garcia's office, but Hotch grabbed his arm before he could make it completely out of the building. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Hotch asked, partly concerned for Spencer's wellbeing and partly concerned that he might make the takedown more difficult than it has to be.
Spencer furrowed his brows and sternly responded, "Yes." He then wriggled himself out of Hotch's grasp and strapped himself up in his vest along with the rest of the team. Spencer bounced his foot impatiently all the way from the elevator to the SUV and throughout the whole ride.
They turned off their sirens as they got out of the business of the city traffic, closing in on the secluded location. It really was just one storage unit by itself in the middle of rural Virginia.
The team jumped out of the SUVs drawing their weapons as they neared the garage door. Hotch, Rossi, and JJ rounded the back where a car could be seen peeking out from around the corner – your car.
After checking the car, Hotch realized there was a backdoor and gave the all clear to enter. All in one swift motion, Morgan lifted garage door with Emily and Spencer standing on either side of him, guns drawn, and Hotch kicked in the back door.
At the sudden move you went from a totally unconscious state to screaming. You yelped at the abrupt noises, finally giving in and pleading for your life.
"PLEASE PLEASE, I'M BEGGING PLEASE STOP! PLEASE DON'T! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I'M BEGGING YOU PIECE OF –" "Y/N, hey, hey, it's us, it's Spencer." Spencer pulled off his FBI jacket and reached out to cover your bloody and almost completely bare body.
As soon as Spencer's hand made contact with your skin you kicked and screamed, tears stinging your eyes, your screams becoming hoarse as you continued. Spencer quickly backed away, trying to shoo away the hurt that inched up his spine.
Emily was quick to pick up on the bloody chair, the way you squirmed in your seat, trying to get off your ass, the way you continued to scream whenever any of the men of the team tried to untie you.
