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You struggled and kicked at the man, your hands pinned down by his weight. You had heard of the serial killer who was targeting young women such as yourself, but you weren’t too worried as the news had said that he only targeted women who were alone. Unfortunately for yourself, your roommate had gone out to a party last minute, and now here you were, in your college dorm, fighting for your life.

You called out for help and wiggled as much as you could, but no one came. You cursed yourself; of course no one came to your aid. The party that your roommate had went to was a dance and you were pretty sure everyone but yourself was attending.

Then suddenly the door burst open, revealing two men with bulletproof vests on. One was muscular and had dark skin and the other had brown hair and pale skin.

“Peter, let the girl go.” The muscular man said in a calm voice. The man who was pinning you to the floor, Peter, suddenly forced you up, making it so that you were his human shield. He put his knife to your throat and you whimpered softly. You saw both men’s eyes soften slightly as they landed on you. You were in your mid-twenties, you had taken some time off before heading to college, and you really did not want to die. There were so many things you still wanted to do, but you’d never get the chance to do them if you died tonight.

“It’s okay Peter, see, I’m putting my gun away.” The dark man said while putting his gun in its holster. Your eyes widened in fear, why was he putting the gun away?! The other man looked at you before putting his own gun away. You could feel the cool metal against your neck and a few drops of blood seeped out.

“Now let the girl go and we can talk this out.” The man, who seemed to be doing all the talking, said soothingly. The other man was watching you; studying you, and you had no idea why, but he seemed vaguely familiar. You brushed the thought away and focused more on the knife being dug deeper into your neck, before Peter retracted the knife and pushed you towards the man with brown hair. Peter then proceeded to run out of your open dorm door, the dark skinned man following. You stumbled slightly and sat on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest as a few tears fell from your eyes. You were in shock about what had just happened. The brown haired man sat next to you, murmuring statistics that had to do with serial killers and their victims.

Your tears stopped as you tried to remember where you had heard that before. Then, it dawned on you. You moved your knees from your chest and turned to face the man. He looked at you curiously.

“Spencer?” You asked softly. You were almost positive that this was the same person you knew in elementary school, and then briefly, middle school. You were a year younger than him but you two talked occasionally, until he graduated when he was twelve. You never saw him again, but now here he was in front of you.

“_-__y/n__?” Spencer asked hesitantly. You nodded your head slowly as he studied you.

“You work for the FBI now?” You asked curiously. Reid nodded.

“More specifically the BAU.” He said with a shrug.

He looked way different from how you remembered. You had had a crush on him when you were younger, but now, he was hot. You blushed at that thought before continuing to study his face. His hair hung down slightly on his forehead and his brown eyes glimmered with knowledge. His face was just gorgeous, and you turned your head away.

What you didn’t realize was that Spencer had been studying you too. The way your __e/c__ eyes gleamed when you realized who he was and how your silky __h/c__ hair framed your face perfectly. He found himself falling for you all over again, and regretted never trying to contact you. He was afraid that you didn’t want him to contact you though; you didn’t talk to him that much, but that was only because you were afraid of bothering him.

You turned your head back up to look at him, only to find him staring at you. You furrowed your brows in confusion before deciding to let it go.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say, thanks for, you know, saving my life.” You said softly. You saw Reid’s jaw clench and hesitantly placed your hand on his arm.

“You okay?” You asked quietly. Reid nodded but you rubbed your hand up and down his tense arm.

“Why were you alone?” Reid blurted out. You looked at him in confusion before realizing what he meant.

“Well, my roommate was supposed to stay in with me, but she got asked last minute to be someone’s date to the dance. “ You said with a shrug. Reid looked at you in confusion, before voicing his thoughts.

“And why weren’t you at the dance?” Reid asked softly.

“Nobody asked me, and I had some work to do.” You replied slowly. And then suddenly you remembered an essay that was due tomorrow, that you had just barely started before the psychopath burst into your apartment.

“Ah shit.” You muttered softly while standing up and walking to your room. You had been in the kitchen searching for tea bags when he came in, leaving your unfinished essay on the desk in your room. You stumbled slightly, and pressed a finger to your neck. You hissed in pain before pulling your hand away. Your finger had blood on it and you switched your direction to the bathroom you shared with your roommate.

You dug around for a washcloth before wetting it and gently pressing on your neck. Reid came in behind you and took the washcloth from your hand before gesturing for you to sit on the counter. You did, and he gently cleaned your wound while you closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep from making noise. It hurt like hell, even though the wound wasn’t that deep, and tears pricked at your eyes. Reid finished and you suddenly felt very tired; the events of the evening had drained you.

But, you hadn’t finished your essay, so you walked back into your room and continued with your essay. You suddenly thought of something: What if Peter wasn’t caught and came back?

“Hey Reid, where’s the guy you came with? Do you think he caught Peter yet?” You asked anxiously. Reid glanced at you, a concerned look on his face.

“I’m sure Morgan caught him. He’s probably on his way back now.” Reid said soothingly while he watched you work on your essay.

“Actually, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was written in 1876, not 1768.” Reid corrected as he scanned your essay. With a sigh, you threw your pencil down and flopped down on your bed. You would finish your essay later but right now you needed sleep.

“What are you majoring in?” Reid asked curiously. You lifted your head up off your bed and rolled over so that you were on your side, facing him.

“Creative writing, but this is an essay for my English class.” You said with a sigh.

“So, um Spence, I’m beat. Do you need me for questioning or anything or is it okay if I go to sleep?” You asked while you covered a yawn with your hand. Reid shook his head and started to walk out of your room.

“Hey Reid?” You called out.

“Hmm?” Reid asked as he turned around to face you.

“Do you think you could, um, stay? In case if Peter comes back?” You asked while a blush spread across your face. You saw Reid blush a bit as well, and smiled slightly.

“Sure.” Reid said before he glanced out the door of your room. Your dorm didn’t have a living room, just the two bedrooms, the kitchenette, and the bathroom.

“Where should I wait?” Reid asked with a glance at you. You blushed again before replying.

“You can wait in here if you want. I’d feel safer if you waited in here rather than the kitchen.” You replied while glancing down at your hands. Reid sat down at your desk as you snuggled into your blankets. You were too tired to go get ready for bed, and fell asleep in minutes.

~Le Time Skip~

You awoke from your dream, breathing heavily. It was a nightmare where Peter had come back, and killed Reid before attempting to kill you.

“Are you okay __y/n__?” Reid asked with concern in his eyes. You nodded and glanced at the clock on your desk. You had been asleep for an hour or so.

“Did Morgan ever come back?” You asked anxiously.

“Yeah, he caught Peter and brought him to the local police. I decided to stay here for the night and he left again.” Reid said with a shrug. You were awake now and wanted to see how Reid’s life had been since you last saw him.

“Spence, are you tired?” You asked quietly.

“Not particularly, why?” Reid asked with a confused glance at you. You sat up straighter and patted the spot next to you on your bed.

“I want to see what you’ve been up to since you’ve been gone.” You said with a shrug. Reid sat on the bed next to you and you turned to face him.

“Now, tell me everything.” You said with a smile.

Reid went on to tell you about what had happened after he graduated to how he ended up working for the BAU, and how much he liked the people there.

“So Spence, do you have a special girl?” You asked teasingly. You had been talking for a few hours, and you realized how much you missed him. You had never really talked that much, but when you did, his conversations were always interesting. Even if they did just consist mostly of his random facts and statistics. Reid took a moment to answer while a blush spread across his face.

“Not really.” Reid said shyly.

“Reid, you’re blushing. That means yes.” You singsonged. Reid groaned.

“Fine. There is one girl I like.” Reid said softly.

“And? What’s she like?” You asked curiously. Truthfully, you were pretty sad that he liked somebody but you were trying to be supportive for his sake. Reid glanced at the clock on your desk before standing up and walking out of your room. You scrambled after him.

“Where are you going?” You called out. Reid turned around to look at you.

“I need to get back to the BAU, and you need to get to class.” Reid answered with a pointed look at you. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’m not going to class today. I almost died last night; I think I can miss a day of class.” You said with a shrug. “Besides, I’m pretty sure a good 90% of the student body is hung over and won’t want to come to class anyway.
”
“Actually it’s closer to 86%, but wha?” Reid asked in confusion as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re just so cute…” You mumbled into his ear. You didn’t see it, but Reid flushed terribly at what you said. You released your hold on him and stepped back slightly.

“Be careful okay?” You said before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked back to your room. You lay down on the bed and closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep that wasn’t filled with nightmares.

~A Few Months Later~

“Hey Reid?” You asked.

“Hmm?” You heard him reply through the cell phone that was pressed to your ear.

“Am I supposed to come over to your place tonight or are you coming over to the dorm?” You asked curiously. You and Reid had been hanging out since you became reacquainted. He traveled a lot with the BAU but you tried to spend Saturday nights together when you could.

“I’m coming to the dorm.” Reid replied. You laughed before hanging up and knocking on the door to his apartment. You could hear shuffling before Reid poked his head out, confusion written all over his face.

“Before you ask, my roommate decided to have her boyfriend over, and they were doing, erm, things. And they weren’t being exactly quiet, so I came here instead. I hope that’s okay.” You said quickly. Reid smiled at you before opening the door and letting you inside. You noticed that Reid was shirtless, and had just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, and you could see a few droplets of water sliding down his neck. You bit your lip, and looked at the floor. It was really hard for you to be around him when he was this damn attractive. Reid’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay__y/n__?” Reid asked. You lifted your head up to look at him before you looked down again, your face beet red.

“You know __y/n__, studies show that people most commonly bite their lips to stop themselves from doing something. What are you trying not to do?” Reid asked softly. At that point, you seriously could not take it anymore, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You! I’ve had a crush on you since I first met you, and these past few months have brought back all those feelings and it has been so hard to not kiss you every time you open that beautiful mouth of yours!” You clamped a hand over your mouth when you realized what you said and looked down at the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered before turning around and walking towards the door. Reid’s hand grabbed your wrist and he spun you around to face him before he crashed his lips onto your own. You blinked in surprise a few times before you started kissing him back. You had only ever pecked guys on the lips before, but this was an actual kiss. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You blushed when you remembered he was in just a towel and pulled away. Deciding to try to be funny, you spoke.

“Hey Spence,” you whispered in his ear. “Do you need help taking your towel off?” You said this last part while trailing your hands down to the rim of the towel. You struggled to not laugh as he looked at you, a bewildered expression on his face.

After a moment though, the bewildered expression left his face and his eyes grew lidded. He kissed you again, deeply, and without a second thought, you pulled off your own shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck before connecting your lips once more. He groaned as you flicked your tongue across his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. After a moment of this, you pulled away and grabbed his wrist before leading him into his room and shutting the door.

You’d definitely have to thank your roommate later.

End. <3

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You struggled and kicked at the man, your hands pinned down by his weight. You had heard of the serial killer who was targeting young women such as yourself, but you weren’t too worried as the news had said that he only targeted women who were alone. Unfortunately for yourself, your roommate had gone out to a party last minute, and now here you were, in your college dorm, fighting for your life.

You called out for help and wiggled as much as you could, but no one came. You cursed yourself; of course no one came to your aid. The party that your roommate had went to was a dance and you were pretty sure everyone but yourself was attending.

Then suddenly the door burst open, revealing two men with bulletproof vests on. One was muscular and had dark skin and the other had brown hair and pale skin.

“Peter, let the girl go.” The muscular man said in a calm voice. The man who was pinning you to the floor, Peter, suddenly forced you up, making it so that you were his human shield. He put his knife to your throat and you whimpered softly. You saw both men’s eyes soften slightly as they landed on you. You were in your mid-twenties, you had taken some time off before heading to college, and you really did not want to die. There were so many things you still wanted to do, but you’d never get the chance to do them if you died tonight.

“It’s okay Peter, see, I’m putting my gun away.” The dark man said while putting his gun in its holster. Your eyes widened in fear, why was he putting the gun away?! The other man looked at you before putting his own gun away. You could feel the cool metal against your neck and a few drops of blood seeped out.

“Now let the girl go and we can talk this out.” The man, who seemed to be doing all the talking, said soothingly. The other man was watching you; studying you, and you had no idea why, but he seemed vaguely familiar. You brushed the thought away and focused more on the knife being dug deeper into your neck, before Peter retracted the knife and pushed you towards the man with brown hair. Peter then proceeded to run out of your open dorm door, the dark skinned man following. You stumbled slightly and sat on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest as a few tears fell from your eyes. You were in shock about what had just happened. The brown haired man sat next to you, murmuring statistics that had to do with serial killers and their victims.

Your tears stopped as you tried to remember where you had heard that before. Then, it dawned on you. You moved your knees from your chest and turned to face the man. He looked at you curiously.

“Spencer?” You asked softly. You were almost positive that this was the same person you knew in elementary school, and then briefly, middle school. You were a year younger than him but you two talked occasionally, until he graduated when he was twelve. You never saw him again, but now here he was in front of you.

“_-__y/n__?” Spencer asked hesitantly. You nodded your head slowly as he studied you.

“You work for the FBI now?” You asked curiously. Reid nodded.

“More specifically the BAU.” He said with a shrug.

He looked way different from how you remembered. You had had a crush on him when you were younger, but now, he was hot. You blushed at that thought before continuing to study his face. His hair hung down slightly on his forehead and his brown eyes glimmered with knowledge. His face was just gorgeous, and you turned your head away.

What you didn’t realize was that Spencer had been studying you too. The way your __e/c__ eyes gleamed when you realized who he was and how your silky __h/c__ hair framed your face perfectly. He found himself falling for you all over again, and regretted never trying to contact you. He was afraid that you didn’t want him to contact you though; you didn’t talk to him that much, but that was only because you were afraid of bothering him.

You turned your head back up to look at him, only to find him staring at you. You furrowed your brows in confusion before deciding to let it go.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say, thanks for, you know, saving my life.” You said softly. You saw Reid’s jaw clench and hesitantly placed your hand on his arm.

“You okay?” You asked quietly. Reid nodded but you rubbed your hand up and down his tense arm.

“Why were you alone?” Reid blurted out. You looked at him in confusion before realizing what he meant.

“Well, my roommate was supposed to stay in with me, but she got asked last minute to be someone’s date to the dance. “ You said with a shrug. Reid looked at you in confusion, before voicing his thoughts.

“And why weren’t you at the dance?” Reid asked softly.

“Nobody asked me, and I had some work to do.” You replied slowly. And then suddenly you remembered an essay that was due tomorrow, that you had just barely started before the psychopath burst into your apartment.

“Ah shit.” You muttered softly while standing up and walking to your room. You had been in the kitchen searching for tea bags when he came in, leaving your unfinished essay on the desk in your room. You stumbled slightly, and pressed a finger to your neck. You hissed in pain before pulling your hand away. Your finger had blood on it and you switched your direction to the bathroom you shared with your roommate.

You dug around for a washcloth before wetting it and gently pressing on your neck. Reid came in behind you and took the washcloth from your hand before gesturing for you to sit on the counter. You did, and he gently cleaned your wound while you closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep from making noise. It hurt like hell, even though the wound wasn’t that deep, and tears pricked at your eyes. Reid finished and you suddenly felt very tired; the events of the evening had drained you.

But, you hadn’t finished your essay, so you walked back into your room and continued with your essay. You suddenly thought of something: What if Peter wasn’t caught and came back?

“Hey Reid, where’s the guy you came with? Do you think he caught Peter yet?” You asked anxiously. Reid glanced at you, a concerned look on his face.

“I’m sure Morgan caught him. He’s probably on his way back now.” Reid said soothingly while he watched you work on your essay.

“Actually, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was written in 1876, not 1768.” Reid corrected as he scanned your essay. With a sigh, you threw your pencil down and flopped down on your bed. You would finish your essay later but right now you needed sleep.

“What are you majoring in?” Reid asked curiously. You lifted your head up off your bed and rolled over so that you were on your side, facing him.

“Creative writing, but this is an essay for my English class.” You said with a sigh.

“So, um Spence, I’m beat. Do you need me for questioning or anything or is it okay if I go to sleep?” You asked while you covered a yawn with your hand. Reid shook his head and started to walk out of your room.

“Hey Reid?” You called out.

“Hmm?” Reid asked as he turned around to face you.

“Do you think you could, um, stay? In case if Peter comes back?” You asked while a blush spread across your face. You saw Reid blush a bit as well, and smiled slightly.

“Sure.” Reid said before he glanced out the door of your room. Your dorm didn’t have a living room, just the two bedrooms, the kitchenette, and the bathroom.

“Where should I wait?” Reid asked with a glance at you. You blushed again before replying.

“You can wait in here if you want. I’d feel safer if you waited in here rather than the kitchen.” You replied while glancing down at your hands. Reid sat down at your desk as you snuggled into your blankets. You were too tired to go get ready for bed, and fell asleep in minutes.

~Le Time Skip~

You awoke from your dream, breathing heavily. It was a nightmare where Peter had come back, and killed Reid before attempting to kill you.

“Are you okay __y/n__?” Reid asked with concern in his eyes. You nodded and glanced at the clock on your desk. You had been asleep for an hour or so.

“Did Morgan ever come back?” You asked anxiously.

“Yeah, he caught Peter and brought him to the local police. I decided to stay here for the night and he left again.” Reid said with a shrug. You were awake now and wanted to see how Reid’s life had been since you last saw him.

“Spence, are you tired?” You asked quietly.

“Not particularly, why?” Reid asked with a confused glance at you. You sat up straighter and patted the spot next to you on your bed.

“I want to see what you’ve been up to since you’ve been gone.” You said with a shrug. Reid sat on the bed next to you and you turned to face him.

“Now, tell me everything.” You said with a smile.

Reid went on to tell you about what had happened after he graduated to how he ended up working for the BAU, and how much he liked the people there.

“So Spence, do you have a special girl?” You asked teasingly. You had been talking for a few hours, and you realized how much you missed him. You had never really talked that much, but when you did, his conversations were always interesting. Even if they did just consist mostly of his random facts and statistics. Reid took a moment to answer while a blush spread across his face.

“Not really.” Reid said shyly.

“Reid, you’re blushing. That means yes.” You singsonged. Reid groaned.

“Fine. There is one girl I like.” Reid said softly.

“And? What’s she like?” You asked curiously. Truthfully, you were pretty sad that he liked somebody but you were trying to be supportive for his sake. Reid glanced at the clock on your desk before standing up and walking out of your room. You scrambled after him.

“Where are you going?” You called out. Reid turned around to look at you.

“I need to get back to the BAU, and you need to get to class.” Reid answered with a pointed look at you. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’m not going to class today. I almost died last night; I think I can miss a day of class.” You said with a shrug. “Besides, I’m pretty sure a good 90% of the student body is hung over and won’t want to come to class anyway.
”
“Actually it’s closer to 86%, but wha?” Reid asked in confusion as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re just so cute…” You mumbled into his ear. You didn’t see it, but Reid flushed terribly at what you said. You released your hold on him and stepped back slightly.

“Be careful okay?” You said before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked back to your room. You lay down on the bed and closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep that wasn’t filled with nightmares.

~A Few Months Later~

“Hey Reid?” You asked.

“Hmm?” You heard him reply through the cell phone that was pressed to your ear.

“Am I supposed to come over to your place tonight or are you coming over to the dorm?” You asked curiously. You and Reid had been hanging out since you became reacquainted. He traveled a lot with the BAU but you tried to spend Saturday nights together when you could.

“I’m coming to the dorm.” Reid replied. You laughed before hanging up and knocking on the door to his apartment. You could hear shuffling before Reid poked his head out, confusion written all over his face.

“Before you ask, my roommate decided to have her boyfriend over, and they were doing, erm, things. And they weren’t being exactly quiet, so I came here instead. I hope that’s okay.” You said quickly. Reid smiled at you before opening the door and letting you inside. You noticed that Reid was shirtless, and had just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, and you could see a few droplets of water sliding down his neck. You bit your lip, and looked at the floor. It was really hard for you to be around him when he was this damn attractive. Reid’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay__y/n__?” Reid asked. You lifted your head up to look at him before you looked down again, your face beet red.

“You know __y/n__, studies show that people most commonly bite their lips to stop themselves from doing something. What are you trying not to do?” Reid asked softly. At that point, you seriously could not take it anymore, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You! I’ve had a crush on you since I first met you, and these past few months have brought back all those feelings and it has been so hard to not kiss you every time you open that beautiful mouth of yours!” You clamped a hand over your mouth when you realized what you said and looked down at the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered before turning around and walking towards the door. Reid’s hand grabbed your wrist and he spun you around to face him before he crashed his lips onto your own. You blinked in surprise a few times before you started kissing him back. You had only ever pecked guys on the lips before, but this was an actual kiss. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You blushed when you remembered he was in just a towel and pulled away. Deciding to try to be funny, you spoke.

“Hey Spence,” you whispered in his ear. “Do you need help taking your towel off?” You said this last part while trailing your hands down to the rim of the towel. You struggled to not laugh as he looked at you, a bewildered expression on his face.

After a moment though, the bewildered expression left his face and his eyes grew lidded. He kissed you again, deeply, and without a second thought, you pulled off your own shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck before connecting your lips once more. He groaned as you flicked your tongue across his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. After a moment of this, you pulled away and grabbed his wrist before leading him into his room and shutting the door.

You’d definitely have to thank your roommate later.

End. <3