4. crazy in love

"Three bodies have been discovered in Atlanta, Georgia. Each were violently stabbed and posed about a week apart," you explained to the team, circling around the conference room as you passed each team member a case file. "The first two, Keith Borchert and Richard Mendes, were murdered in their own homes. Oh, oops."

You dropped a case file at Reid's feet, looking at him and catching his gaze for a moment before you smiled at him, saying to him, "I got it." You ignored the cautionary look in his eyes burning holes into you as you bent down, giving him a clear view of your ass in the tight gray pencil skirt you were wearing.

You stood, leaning down in front of him, throwing a smirk his way as you made your breasts eye-level with him, holding the case file out to him. "Here you go."

He took it from you, looking at you indignantly as you gave him a mischievous smile, patting his shoulder lightly before you continued, "The third victim, Janis Rickards, was killed in her hair salon last night."

"What did the first two victims do?" JJ asked you.

"Keith worked at a hardware store," you replied. "Richard was an auto mechanic."

"Maybe the unsub was a customer," you heard Reid say as you walked around to the other side of the table, leaning over the chair that was directly across from him. "We should check appointment logs."

"Garcia already did it," you replied, waiting until he was looking at you to place your arm over the ledge of the chair, pushing your breasts together. You tried to keep yourself from grinning as you watched his eyes widen, his fingers twitching with skepticism.

"Well, gender isn't a factor. They could all just be victims of opportunity," Morgan pointed out.

"Did they live near each other?" Rossi asked, glancing over at you.

You stood quickly, giving him an innocent smile as you replied, "Three miles apart," giving him a curt nod before you sashayed around the table, stopping when you got to Reid. You stood behind him, placing a hand on the back of his chair, hearing him inhale deeply.

"They still could have been strangers," Rossi said.

"Both homes were broken into through a back window but the Atlanta field office isn't sure how the unsub got into the salon," Hotch explained.

"That's high risk. Maybe we're looking at a drug addict," JJ suggested.

"But nothing was stolen and he took the time to re-dress the victims," Rossi told her.

"Strange," you heard Reid say, his voice slightly inhibited as you clandestinely dragged your fingertips up the nape of his neck, digging your fingernails into his skin. You were glad each of the team members had their noses buried in the case file in their hands as you pulled gently on the ends of his curls, Spencer's breath catching in his throat. "Th- The unsub stabbed the victims in their original clothing and then found clean ones to put them in."

You pulled away, not wanting to bring too much attention to yourself as you walked around to the front of the table, standing in front of the team, crossing your arms. "Yeah, and they fit well," JJ noted. "Maybe he brought the new ones with him."

"Or he could've taken them from their homes," Hotch added.

"So the unsub took the clothes the victims were wearing as trophies," Morgan said.

"They weren't found on the scene. I mean, maybe it's a ritual," you inputed.

"Or our unsub gets high on the kill, comes down, then feels remorse," JJ added.

"The time in between kills is decreasing which suggests that the unsub's emboldened and getting better at victim acquisition," Spencer said.

"Then the after effects of the killing will either exacerbate his guilt or cause him to strike out again soon," Hotch added. "All right. You know the drill. Wheels up in thirty."

As everyone stood from their seats and started to file out of the room, you walked over to the table, setting your remote down. Suddenly, your wrist was grabbed and your eyes widened, looking up to see Reid standing there, a miffed fire burning in his eyes. You smirked at him, batting your eyelashes innocently at him as you asked, "Is there something I can help you with, Dr. Reid?"

"You promised you weren't going to tell the team."

"And I haven't."

"You must think you're so funny," he growled at you, "putting on a show for me in front of the team. (Y/N), I think you're missing the whole point of having a dominant/submissive relationship."

"That's your fault then," you said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly at him. "You're the one who's supposed to be teaching me. So I guess you need to start doing a better job."

"Darling," he said, his voice hushed as he leaned into you, his lips only inches away from touching yours, "I swear to god, I will bend you over this table right now and fuck you so hard, you'd never forget who you belong to now."

Your heart jolted with elation at the sound of the dubious nickname, a grin overtaking your lips as you tilted your head back and teasingly asked him, "So I'm just an object now? Your little play thing?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Hmm..." You tapped your finger against your lips, thinking. "What if I say no? Will you punish me?"

"If you're gonna keep acting like a bratty little slut," he said to you, placing a hand on the table as he leaned into you, raising his eyebrows at you, "then I will have to start treating you like one."

"Okay, then do it. I've been waiting." It had been two days since he'd tied you to his bed and edged you. You'd asked him to take you back to your car that night, knowing you'd have to be back at the BAU in just a few hours. You'd only seen him in a casual work setting since then, sending the occasional text to you, asking you how you were and how you felt since that night.

That morning, he'd sent you another text, asking if you were still sure about this.

Hence, the scurrilous teasing during the briefing.

"(Y/N)-"

"-(Y/L/N)! Reid! You guys coming?"

Spencer immediately pulled away from you, straightening his tie over his chest as he said, "This conversation isn't over," waving a finger admonishingly in your face. Without a second thought, you grabbed his wrist, pushing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it, watching his eyes widen as you sucked on his finger, letting a small moan vibrate against it.

You heard him gasp under his breath as you released his finger, making a popping sound with your mouth as you smiled cheekily at him. "Don't forget that," he said to you, pulling his hand shakily away from you.

"Oh, I won't," you giggled, brushing past him as you picked your go-bag up off the floor, feeling him hit his hand lightly against your ass. You looked over your shoulder at him, smirking at him before you followed after the rest of the team.

~~~

"Let's head to the hotel, you guys. It's getting late."

It had been a long day with very little leads. There had been small, short strands of brown hair that had been discovered at each of the crime scenes, but, other than that, there wasn't much else to go off on. After having spent the entire day talking to the press, you were looking forward to getting to the hotel and taking a hot bath.

Reid slung his satchel over his shoulder, watching you as you pursed your lips together, closing your laptop with a sigh. "Hey," you heard him say, and you looked over at him, seeing him motion with his head for you to follow him. "Come on. Let's hitch a ride with Morgan."

You smiled, nodding your head at him before you followed him out to the parking lot, hopping into the back of one of the SUVs. Morgan, who was sitting behind the wheel, turned around to look at you, asking, "You guys ready?" Folding your hands together in your lap, you nodded at him, hearing Reid tell him yes from the front seat. With that, Derek pulled out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the hotel that was only a five minute drive away from the precinct.

Hotch handed you your room key, you bidding everyone goodnight before you headed towards the elevator. Once you were at your room, you slid your keycard into the lock, pushing the door open and dropping your bag on the floor as you walked in, sighing. You let the door shut behind you, pulling your hair out of its braid as you kicked your heels off, heading into the bathroom.

You slid into the warm water, sighing as it surrounded you, warming you, relaxing the tender muscles of your feet from walking around in heels all day. You leaned back against the edge, letting the scent of lavender engulf you as you closed your eyes, a relaxed smile forming against your lips.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

You let out a sharp gasp, your eyes flying open as you jolted upright in the tub, water sloshing around you as you looked over at your phone sitting on the counter. Scowling, you grabbed it, seeing it was Spencer who was calling you. You hit the answer button, putting him on speaker as you asked, "What?"

"Are you busy right now?"

"Yes."

Beep.

You hung up, leaving your phone on the edge of the tub before you leaned back in the water again, sighing, a content smile stretching across your lips.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Beep.

You didn't even realize the kind of trouble you were getting yourself into as you hung up on him again, giggling to yourself.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you grumbled, grabbing your phone and ending the call, opening your messages with Reid instead. You leaned back in the tub, folding your legs over each other as you snapped a quick picture of yourself in the soapy water, sending it to Spencer with the message: I said I was busy.

His response to you was almost immediate. And I said our conversation wasn't over.

You smirked boldly to yourself as you flipped your camera, holding your phone out in front of you as you draped your arm across your breasts, pushing them together as you snapped another picture, sending it to him and typing back, Can't. Ttyl ;)

You laughed to yourself, seeing the bubbles flash across your screen as Spencer typed a response back to you. You were having way too much fun being a brat to him.

What room number are you?

Your heart lurched inside your chest. Chewing on your lip, your fingers tapped against the screen, sending And if I don't tell you? Are you going to ask Hotch? to him. You waited a second, smirking to yourself before you sent another message, saying, Oh, but wait, you can't. He would find out! See you tomorrow, Reid.

You hit send on the text, watching it skim across the screen as you leaned back in the steamy water, seeing an instant reply from Spencer.

I swear to god, I will knock on every single door in this goddamn hotel until I find you so I can bend you over my knee and spank you until you're dripping wet for me.

Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling pressure build between your hips as you sucked on your bottom lip, shooting a response back to him, Don't waste too much time. I'm on the third floor ;)

As soon as you hit send on the text, your phone started ringing. This time, you answered it, laughing immediately into the speaker. "This is not funny," you heard Reid growl, his voice strained as he spoke. "Do you have any idea how hard I am right now from those fucking pictures? What room are you in?"

"The red room," you giggled.

"Stop with the fucking Christian Grey jokes and tell me where the hell you are. Now." You heard the ding from the elevator doors on the other end of the phone, knowing that meant that Spencer was probably on the third floor.

"Are you on your way to punish me for being such a bad girl?" You asked him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you trailed a hand down your chest, taking one of your nipples between your fingers and pulling on it, moaning into the phone.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Well, if you would hurry the fuck up and find me already, you could be the one touching me." You pulled and tweaked your nipple, whining as you leaned back in the tub, feeling the familiar throbbing sensation bloom between your thighs. "I thought you said you were going to knock on every single door until you found me so you could spank me."

"Tell me where you are right now. You're already at five strikes for disobeying me."

Your body burned with desire as you trailed your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in circular motions as you let out a soft cry. "But I like disobeying you."

"Don't make it six."

You retracted your fingers from yourself, giggling as you reached out, pulling the drain loose and stepping out of the tub, hearing the loud gurgle as the water drained, wrapping the complimentary robe hanging on the wrack around you. "Did you find my room yet?" You asked.

He didn't answer. You heard his breath hitch in his throat over the phone as you left the bathroom, a guilty smile forming against your lips. You did feel a little bad— making him stand out in the middle of the hall trying to find you with a fucking tent in his pants. You walked over to your door, pulling it open as you stuck your head out, noticing Spencer was at the end of the hall, leaning against his hand on the wall as he pursed his lips together, visibly distressed. You laughed, seeing his head perk up as his eyes landed on you, a scowl stretching across his lips.

"Looks like I had to find you," you giggled, placing your phone in your pocket as you watched him walk over to you— sure enough, his pants bulging around his dick. You grinned up at him as he stood in front of you, hooking your hands behind your back as you bounced eagerly on your heels. "That wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"Darling..."

His hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you into the hotel room as he kicked the door shut with his foot, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you, his voice strained as he spoke. "I think it's time that you learned how to show some respect."

"But I respect you completely," you giggled, batting your eyelashes sweetly at him.

Within a fraction of a second, your robe was gone, Spencer throwing it to the side as he let go of your neck, his eyes raking down your figure, licking his lips zealously. His eyes met yours, a passionate fire burning in them as he asked, "You remember your safe word?"

"Sure do."

"Good. Now bend over."

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.hi!! okay, i wanted to clear some things up with y'all— for starters, i don't want this story to be anything like EMAEY. that's why the safe word isn't red and emily isn't in this and y/n is the media liaison and also— i'm not going to use the stereotypical color purple🙈

also— yes. i did steal a case from cm😳 sjsusudhd i can't believe i'm just now posting chapter 4 and it already has 6k reads I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH OML