Midnight | Chapter 18 | S.R
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Chapter Summary - whilst trying to clean up the mess you made, Luke makes a discovery. Spencer and Luke have it out before Spencer comes to a realisation about his mental state.
A/N - chapter starts just before the end of the last chapter as reader is storming away from Luke.
Pairing- unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category- dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending
Warnings - use of “bitch” and “whor*” (not towards reader), mentions of sexual assault, blackmail, swearing, murder, blood, PTSD, talk of split personas and alter egos.WC - 4.7k
Chapter 18 - Uncontainable
When you stormed away from Luke back towards the cabin, the raised voice coming from inside stopped you in your tracks as you reached the front porch. All your years of FBI training kicked in at that moment and you slowly and cautiously crept to the window.
The first thing you saw was a wave of bright red hair flashing before your eyes as the person it belonged to moved frantically back and forth. But it soon became clear she wasn’t moving of her own accord.
Spencer, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, shook her by her wrist somewhat violently, yelling in her face.
“Listen you little bitch, do you have any idea how many people are actually assaulted every day? How many don’t report it because they’re scared they won’t be believed? And you want to use their real pain for your own sick gain?”
You frowned at his words, trying to deduce what they were arguing about whilst also making sure you didn’t make a sound.
“You know you’re not helping yourself right? If you bruise me it’ll only make my story seem more believable.” Mary spat back at him and you saw Spencer quickly let her go. “And don’t think I haven’t seen the bruises on your lovely wife. I’m sure she would back up my story.”
Story? What story? Was she exploiting Spencer? Had Luke told her who you really were and now she was trying to blackmail him? He said something about unreported assaults, was she going to tell people he assaulted her?
“The only story she would back up is the one where you’re a desperate little whor* who shamelessly wanted to f*ck a man you perceived to married.” He barked at her.
“Well I guess we’ll see won’t we? Who’s going to believe the strange out of towner over the young, innocent girl.”
That was all you needed to hear. You could put an end to this, clear up this mess before it got out of hand.
You crept around the side of the cabin and let yourself in the back gate. You made sure to walk silently up the spiral staircase that led to the first floor patio and thank god you’d been too drunk to think about locking the bedroom doors last night.
You snuck inside and quickly found the SIG in Spencer’s nightstand. You’d done this so many times before, sneaking up on an unsub, it was like second nature. Breathe through your nose, steady, shallow breaths. Feet barely ghosting the floor. Do not make a sound. Keep the gun pointing straight ahead.
You silently made it down the stairs and you heard her voice again as you reached the kitchen door.
“I told you I want out of this town. I work three jobs and I am nowhere close to having enough. Finding out your little secret is the best thing that could have happened to me. So if you don’t give me what I want, I will disgrace the former FBI agent Spencer Reid and tell everyone that you raped me. Ten grand should do it.”
You could feel the anger rolling off of Spencer in waves before you even entered the room. He would see you the second you stepped inside and you had to hope he could control his facial expressions long enough so Mary wouldn’t see you coming.
“Let’s just talk about this, please?” He was begging her as you slowly pushed open the door. His eyes flicked over toward you and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“No, no more talking. You pay me now or I will go straight to the cops.”
You co*cked the gun and if she heard it, it would have been too late. You aimed at the back of her head and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The sound of the gunshot rang out through the room as the bullet hit its target and continued careening out the front of her skull towards the wall.
She made a pathetic gasping sound as her body crumbled to the floor right at Spencer’s feet. The shock was written all across his face as he looked up at you, still holding the smoking gun in your hand.
You tucked it in your waistband and strolled closer to Spencer whose mouth was hanging open and wide eyes glared at you in a stupor.
“W-what did you…? Why did you?” He croaked out as you stepped closer, not a single hint of remorse in your eyes.
“Karma’s a bitch.” You shrugged simply. “And so was she.”
“Are you insane?” He yelled in exasperation. “We don’t kill close to home! How are we supposed to talk our way out of this?”
Her blood was splattered across his bare torso and arms, but he didn’t seem to notice, his frustration taking precedence.
“She was threatening you! What was I supposed to do? Let her tell the whole town you raper her? Or let you fork over all of our cash to keep her quiet?” You glared at him.
“f*ck, Y/N, this is bad.” He scratched his head, trying to formulate a plan. “We need to clean this up. We need to make sure every inch of this cabin is as clean as when we found it. We need to get her body in the trunk of the car, we need to dispose of it, and then we need to leave town.”
“Leave town? That will only make us look more guilty.” You scoffed.
“By the time they figure out she’s missing we will be so far away from here, they will never find us. And with any luck the freaking BAU won’t find us again either!” He spat.
You rolled your lip between your teeth and took a step back.
“You know that Luke was here.” You looked guilty.
“Yes, Y/N I do. f*ck, this is falling apart like a house of goddamn cards.”
“I’m…I'm sorry.” You swallowed thickly, your previous bravado fading around you. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, hey. It’s ok.” He stepped around Mary’s body closer to you, suddenly softening. “You were trying to help.”
He cupped your cheek in his hand and held you so gently you could cry. He looked at you as though you hung the moon, his love for you so painfully clear at that moment.
“I f*cked up, Spence.” Your bottom lip quivered.
“And we’ll fix it. Together, ok? We’re in this together, sweetheart. I promise you we will figure this out.” He leant closer to you and pressed his lips to yours.
You believed him, you had no reason not to. If anyone was going to be able to set this right it was Spencer. When the two of you worked together, it was some kind of magic. With Spencer on your side this didn’t seem quite as daunting as it actually was.
***
Luke’s cell phone rang as he was letting himself back into the hire car. He grinded his teeth, not particularly wanting to talk to anyone right now.
His encounter with you had left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew there was something bigger at play here, he knew Spencer had done something, he just had no idea how to prove it.
He slid into the driver's seat and pulled his phone from his pocket, brows furrowing instantly when he saw the name on the display. He gnawed his bottom lip and answered it, placing the device to his ear.
“Phil?” He ran his fingers over his stubble.
“Hey man,” Phil’s voice lacked its usual bounce and under normal circ*mstances Luke would have asked what was wrong but it was the least of his concerns right now.
“I’m sorry now really isn’t a good time.” Luke slotted the key in the ignition but didn’t start the engine.
“I really need to talk to you.”
“I’m up to my eyes in a case, I’ll call as soon I’m-”
“It’s about Duncan Green.” Phil cut him off.
Luke’s hand that was still on the key fell to his lap as his blood froze in his veins. It had been several years since he’d last heard that name but it didn’t make it any less sinister.
“I’m sorry, what?” Luke leant back against the chair, gaze somewhere out of the window but not focused on anything. He could feel every erratic beat of his heart.
“A body was found in a shallow grave in the Rio Grande National Forest in Colorado. We got a call after local cops got a match to his prints.” Phil’s tone was morose, not at all how Luke expected him to react to this.
“He’s dead?” Luke wanted to jump for joy but he put the party on hold. He could tell there was something Phil wasn’t saying.
“Had his throat cut. He’s been living in Albuquerque under the assumed name of Matthew Richards since his escape from prison.”
Luke closed his eyes, holding the phone in a vice like grip. Green had been murdered, his body found in Colorado. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his cool, at least for the time being.
“Is it a coincidence or do you think someone tracked him down?” Luke kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“I don’t believe in coincidences. The bureau still has sightings of him come in everyday but you know we can’t check out every lead, it would be impossible. But the Green case was accessed just a few weeks ago and again a week ago by the same government login details.” Phil’s voice sounded even more sullen.
“Who’s were they?” Luke held his breath, already having a pretty good idea of what he might say.
“L. Alvez.” Phil sighed as he spoke.
Luke opened his eyes, slamming his hand violently against the steering wheel and letting out an animalistic groan.
“f*ck.” He spat, slamming the wheel again. “f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!”
“I can only assume it wasn’t you?”
“Of course it wasn’t me!” Luke spat, pinching the bridge of his nose firmly between his fingers.
There were only two people who he could think of that would have accessed that file. You knew him well enough to assume his login password, like it wouldn’t be hard for him to guess yours. And Spencer was a goddamn genius and it wouldn’t be at all difficult for him to figure it out.
He had a post it note on his desk at work, hidden under his keyboard with his password scrawled on it, even though he knew it was dumb to do so. Realistically anyone at the BAU could have found it and logged onto the database as him but you and Spencer were the only ones who had the motive to do so.
Green killed your sister, it wasn’t a far stretch to think you would have wanted him dead. And if Spencer was really in love with you, maybe he’d do just about anything for you, including finding the monster who ruined your life.
He took a few deep breaths to try and compose himself before he spoke again.
“How far is the National Forest from Crested Butte?” He grumbled, still pinching his nose.
“Uh, why?” Phil’s tone was riddled with confusion.
“Just look, please?”
“Fine, let me check.” Phil started tapping away at a keyboard for a moment or two before he spoke again. “About one hundred and sixty miles south, give or take.”
“Goddamnit.” Luke hit the steering wheel again.
“You gonna fill me in on what angle you’re working here, Alvez?”
“I…no not yet.” Luke shook his head. “I gotta go.”
“Alvez, tell me what you’re thinking.” Phil remained calm.
“I can’t. Not yet. I need to piece this together first.”
“I can help you.”
“No, you can’t. I’ll call you later.” Luke quickly pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up, smacking the wheel several more times. “God-f*cking-damnit Y/N, what have you done?”
Suddenly he grabbed the keys back out of the ignition and was hurling himself onto the street and marching in the direction of your cabin.
***
Spencer closed every single one of the curtains on the house just to be sure. He wiped the residual blood off his torso, he’d shower properly later as he was bound to get dirty again, and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, foregoing a shirt.
While he was busy doing that, you laid out garbage bags and wrapped Mary’s dead body in them, sealing every inch to ensure no more unnecessary blood leaked out. You dragged her dead weight through to the kitchen, on your way towards the back door when there was a sudden and rampant knocking at the door.
You froze in your tracks just as Spencer appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked at you, now covered in Mary’s blood after wrapping her up. He slowly padded downstairs, as quietly as possible in the hopes whoever was at the door would think you were out.
But then they knocked again.
“Y/N, I know you’re in there! Open the door!” Luke’s voice carried through to you both.
“sh*t.” You hissed, ducking below the kitchen counter even though the curtains were drawn.
“He’s not gonna leave easily.” Spencer sighed, looking down at himself to ensure there was no visible blood. “You stay here, it’s about time Luke and I had it out anyway.”
“Spencer, there’s a blood pool in the middle of the room and a f*cking bullet in the wall!” You reminded him, glaring at him from the floor where Mary’s trash bag covered body was laying next to you.
“sh*t,” he groaned. “You’re right. If I open the door he might try and force his way in.”
“Y/N! Open this goddamn door!” Luke yelled louder this time.
“I’ll go round back, it might look suspicious but it’s better than the alternative.” He nodded to himself. “Stay here and don’t make a sound.”
“Spencer!” You whined, halting him in his tracks. “I’m scared.”
He rolled his lip between his teeth and moved closer to you, dropping to his knees next to you and cupping your face.
“I’m going to take care of it sweetheart. I promise you, everything is going to be ok.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before standing back up and you watched him stroll out of the kitchen towards the back door.
You whimpered a little when Luke knocked again, heavier and angrier than before. You held your breath, moving to a sitting position on the kitchen floor and drawing your legs up to your chest and leaning back against the cupboard.
Spencer marched through the garden and out of the side gate, ready to face Luke for hopefully the final time.
“Y/N open the f*cking door! I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me!” Luke slammed his palms against the door just as Spencer was rounding the house and stopped at the bottom of the porch steps.
“You’re gonna be here a long time then.” He folded his arms across his chest and he saw Luke tense at the sound of his voice.
Slowly, the older man turned to face him, hands going to his hips and squaring his shoulders.
“Where is she?” Luke spat.
“That's none of your concern.” Spencer kept his cool, he needed to keep his anger bottled up if he was going to get through his encounter.
“She’s my friend.” He folded his arms too.
“But she’s my wife.” Spencer smirked, unfolding his own arms and proffering his ring finger toward Luke.
“You and I both know that’s not real.” Luke scoffed.
“It’s a symbol, Alvez. She loves me and who knows, maybe one day we’ll make it real. So stop chasing her down like a pathetic love struck puppy. She doesn’t want you, man, deal with it.” Spencer shrugged, offering him a slightly sympathetic smile.
“You think that’s what this is about? You think I came all this way because I want to win her heart? We’re not in high school, Reid.” He rolled his eyes.
“I think you’re jealous and you’re concocting scenarios in your head as a way of making yourself feel better when the truth is, Y/N and I just wanted to get away from it all. From you all. Do us a favour and leave us alone, Alvez. We don’t need you chasing after us.” Spencer spat as Luke headed down the front steps towards him.
“So it’s just a coincidence that Duncan Green turned up dead in the same state you and Y/N decided to call home?”
Spencer’s breath caught in his throat. It felt like a trap, he needed to pick his words very carefully. He made sure to keep his expression unchanged, didn’t even so much as blink at Luke’s words but inside he was panicking.
Just take a breath. Calm down. Don’t rise to it.
“Who?” Spencer hid the recognition from his face, but Luke still saw through it.
“Don’t play dumb, Reid. It doesn’t suit you.” Luke rolled his eyes. “Duncan Green, the man who killed Y/N’s sister, who broke out of prison and who we were chasing at the FTF for years. He was found with his throat cut less than two hundred miles from here and my user was the last to look him up. All seems a little coincidental doesn’t it?”
“Right, yeah Y/N has told me about him. What are you implying, Alvez?” Spencer co*cked his eyebrow. “You think, what? I killed him? Oh come on, do you really believe I’m capable of something like that?”
“The thing is, I’m not sure what you’re capable of. I thought I knew you both but I’m not so sure anymore.” Luke shook his head. “Some twenty two year old told me you were sleeping with her. Some diner guy told me Y/N said you were a bully. Hell, the guy at the used car lot thought she was scared of you! All that makes me think that maybe I never really knew you.”
Don’t let him break you, Reid, do not give him anything.
“Luke with all due respect, why are listening to these morons over me? You do know me, and you know I’m not capable of killing someone.”
Luke’s expression faltered and Spencer breathed a small sigh of relief, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. He just had to stick the landing, don’t fumble it at the last hurdle.
“I really don’t know what to think, Spencer. Of course I don’t want to believe you’re capable of something like this but there are just so many things that don’t add up here. And I swear to god if you did kill Green and you’ve put Y/N in danger, I will make it my life’s work to put you back in prison for the rest of your life.” Luke spat, his expression one Spencer had seen him use many times in interrogations.
Spencer took a step back as a smirk twitched at his lips. He shrugged his shoulders at Luke.
“You’re not as intimidating as you think you are, Alvez. And I can promise you, if I had done something, you would never get me back inside a prison cell.” He took a few more steps back and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Now if you’d kindly get the hell out of here and leave us alone.”
Spencer turned on his heels and started back towards the side gate. He thought Luke might have more to say, he heard the other man grunting in frustration behind him, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.
He threw open the gate and bolted it behind him, not slowing as he traversed the backyard and made his way inside the cabin, locking the back door behind him. He found you more or less where he left you, cowering on the kitchen floor next to the garbage bag stuffed with Mary’s corpse.
You looked up at him, bottom lip quivering as you hugged your legs to your chest. It was such a strange juxtaposition to see you so frightened when you hadn’t hesitated in pulling the trigger and killing Mary not so long ago.
Spencer slid down to the floor next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and you instinctively rested your head on him. He could hear your erratic breaths as you snuggled against him.
“Is he gone?” You whispered.
“Not yet. I’d kill him with my bare hands if I didn’t still respect him so damn much.” Spencer sighed.
“I would never forgive you if you killed Luke.” You raised your head and looked at him.
“I know, sweetheart. And I wouldn’t do that to you. But jeez he’s a pain in the ass.” He used his free hand to cup your face delicately and his fingertips brushed lightly over your cheek. “He knows about Green.”
Your face paled, colour completely draining from your skin as you stared at him in horror.
“He…what?” You swallowed.
“I didn’t get the full story but I guess they found his body. There is nothing that can tie us to him, Y/N. We were careful.” He tried to insist.
Apart from the fact I used Luke’s credentials to track him, he decided against saying out loud.
“What happens now, Spence?”
“We have to wait him out, he won’t stay out there forever. Once it’s dark we have to get rid of the body, clean up this house and we have to get the f*ck out of this town before anyone realises she’s missing.”
“I like it here.” You sighed sadly.
He could have pointed out the fact that if it weren’t for you being so trigger happy then you wouldn’t have to leave. Not so long ago, he would have pointed that out. He would have gotten angry, blamed you for this, for Mary’s death, for Luke showing up here and for the BAU being on your asses. But something had changed in Spencer.
It was entirely plausible that his time in prison had caused a break in his psyche. The PTSD that he’d left untreated for so long had manifested itself in the form of a second persona, much more dark and evil than himself. When he found his anger rising, he switched into this alter ego without meaning to, maybe because Spencer had never been good at dealing with anger or emotions in general.
His alter allowed him to stand up for himself, to deal with that residual trauma and not bottle it all up like he’d been doing his entire life. You’d told him he was like Jekyll and Hyde and you were right.
But he was learning that the love he felt for you, that swarmed through every inch of his body was what could tether him. If he focused only on that love and not on the rage, he could keep the monster at bay. Best case scenario, he may never need to kill again, but really he’d just settle for not ever having to make you scared of him again.
He wanted to be the man you needed him to be. None of this hassle was worth it if he didn’t have you at his side at the end of the day. You were worth not giving over to his demons for, you were the only thing that mattered in his completely f*cked up existence.
He knew if it came down to it he would take the wrap for everything, Green, Mary and Jason Durand included. He would not let you go down for any of this. He was going to the ends of the Earth to protect you no matter what. He loved you so much, it was the least he could do. He just hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“I know sweetheart, but I’ll find you a new Stars Hollow, I promise.” He kissed your forehead.
“Won’t they just come for us again? They’re going to keep coming for us, Spencer.” You chewed on your lip.
“We have to be extra careful this time. We have to figure out a plan, we can’t use the Nissan anymore, not now the team knows about it. And our aliases are blown. f*ck, I don’t know what we’re going to do.” He confessed, letting go of your face so he could pinch the bridge or his nose.
A smile tugged at your lips which caused Spencer to frown at you.
“Good job I’m always prepared. I was a fugitive hunter, Spencer, we don’t leave anything to chance.” You sat back and reached into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out four similar rectangular cards which you handed over to him. “I think through every eventuality. The BAU have no idea what they’re dealing with.”
Spencer looked on in awe at the four driving licences in his hand. Two bore your photograph and two his. There was one matching set of Arizona issued licences for Samuel and Violet Truman and another set of Florida licences for Jack and Lily Waters. He glanced up at you with a curious expression on his face.
“Samuel and Violet will buy themselves a little car to go on their American road trip. Meanwhile, Jack and Lily will be checking into motels along their way.” You smiled mischievously at him Spencer’s own smile grew. He had never loved you more than he did at that moment.
“Good god woman, you’re an evil genius.” He pulled you close and kissed you hard. “If we make it out of this, remind me to marry you for real one day.”
You giggled against his lips, both of you completely forgetting the imminent danger you could be in, ignoring the dead body by your side and Luke still skulking around outside.
“We’ll be ok right, Spence? If we leave this place, we’ll find somewhere new and they won’t find us. We’re gonna be ok, aren’t we?” You needed to hear him say it.
“We're going to be just fine, sweetheart. We’re going to take care of this mess and we’re not looking back, only forward. They can’t curb us like they want to. They don’t get us. It’s you and me.”
“You and me.” You repeated. “We’re uncontainable.”
Hey,
we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back,
We're uncontainable!
Woo!
(Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls for the main event.
Ha-ha, they aren't ready for this one! Yeah, here we are!)
Comin' out the gate I'm swinging,
And if you're in my way you'll feel it.
I hear you think you're tough,
So put your hands up,
We never back down from a fight.
So lemme ask ya,
Can they stop us?
(No!)
Break us?
(No!)
Get your game face on,
We're against the ropes!
Tap out?
(No!)
Throw in the towel?
(Hell no!)
'Cause when the bell goes off the gloves do too.
Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back,
We're uncontainable!
Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back,
We're uncontainable!
Throwin' off the chains,
I'm runnin'.
You think you're at the top,
You're fallin.
Swing and miss you're through,
You're out of the loop,
We're gonna bury you alive.
So lemme ask ya,
Can they stop us?
(No!)
Break us?
(No!)
Get your game face on,
We're against the ropes!
Tap out?
(No!)
Throw in the towel?
(Hell no!)
'Cause when the bell goes off the gloves do too.
Hey, we're takin' our crown we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back?
We're uncontainable!
Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back?
We're uncontainable!
Keep swingin', keep dreamin',
But you'll never knock me out.
I've fallen too often,
But you'll never keep me down.
You see it, you feel it,
Your mama can't save you now.
One day they'll say,
The throne was made for me.
Yeah,
Uncontainable.
(Is he?)
We're uncontainable.
Hey, we're takin' our crown we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back,
We're uncontainable!
Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.
Hey, we never look back,
We're uncontainable!
Stop us?
(No!)
Break us?
(No!)
Get your game face on,
We're against the ropes!
Tap out?
(No!)
Throw in the towel?
(Hell no!)
Never look back,
We're uncontainable.
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