LETHAL ( Spencer reid x Reader)

S3 Chapter 11: The Past life of Y/n

  February 21st, 1991

There was screaming and yelling and crying, men, women. And children were frantically running, grabbing their things, It was hectic.

I was around the age of 11 years old as I was being dragged by my real mother through the crowded streets of Moscow to catch a ride to a new country.

Since the Soviet Union was collapsing and me and my family and I were tied into the Russian Mob, they have made the decision to sneak me onto the trip to America so I could have a new life.

I was clutching to my mother's shirt, not wanting to let go of her. She then embraced me so tight that I didn't want to let go of her.

"Don't make me go." I pleaded to her.

I could hear her breath shudder as she had to make the pained decision to let me go.

"I'll find you soon, I promise," She says to me, stroking my hair.

"Remember your name is Y/n Y/L/N, you will have a new life in America, I will find you.. I promise little bird," She says to me.

I knew this would be the last time I saw my mother, She also knew it too. It was like an unspoken conversation we had with each other. We both knew this would be the last time we would see each other.

Before I knew it, she had lifted me to the car and shut the car door. I pressed my face unto the cold winter glass and screamed for her. I'm begging the driver to stop.

I saw her fade away into the crowd it was heartbreaking.

I then saw men grab my mother and took her away, which I could only assume it was the rival mob that was against us.

I then started beating on the car window, begging in Russian and in English to take me back to see my mother.

I never got that wish, I had to see my mother being dragged away. I am forced to go to America to start a new life under the name of Y/n.

Of I only knew..this would only be the start of my downfall.

  January 11th, 2004.

   It has been 13 years since I was taken away from my mother and home country, I have adopted a North American accent, and I have been fortunate to be adopted by very wealthy parents.

I had just graduated from M.I.T. class of 1997 at the age of 17.

I have been in the New York B.A.U for two years now, me and my team have been ordered to take out this unsub in an abandoned hospital, he had taken out the staff and the hostages and he needed to be out down like a dog.

I stepped out of the car and was ready to take down John Lendenova. There were 11 people with me, including my best friend Morgan Stanley.

Morgan and I have been best friends since I was hired.

I took a deep breath of the icy winter air and looked at the hospital we were about to walk into, I then felt a hand on my shoulder with a comforting grip and it was Morgan with her Black curly hair that was slicked back in a bun. And her uniform.

"This isn't a Grey's anatomy episode, I know that. But if I find Derek Shepherd, I'll let you know, " she says with a smile.

Morgan had always found a way for me to laugh in these kind of serious situations, we were about to deal with a mass murderer in a hospital and she made it about finding the fictional character Derek Shepherd from greys anatomy.

I then heard my team walking inside the hospital. Morgan, following behind them, she then motioned me to follow them.

I had a bad feeling about this anyway, I waited a couple of seconds before I did, and I could not move to save me, I had a bad feeling about this case.