Spencer Reid's Daughter

Part 32

Spencer POV:

You walked up to Hotch's office and knocked, "Come in." You slowly walked in and asked, "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" He looked up from his work and began, "Has y/n talked about going to therapy again?" What? What was he talking about. You looked at him confused, "Umm, no, she only told me a while back just that she didn't want to." Hotch answered, "I think it would be a good idea for her to go back. She has dealt with a lot of trauma at a young age and I think it would be good for her to go to a professional and not just her dad's co-workers-" You quickly responded, "I tried, she didn't want to though." Hotch sighed, "Look, I'm not trying to get involved, I just think- know that it would be in her best interest to go-" He paused, "Spencer, she needs help." You began to tear up but you tried to hide it from your boss, "I know, it's just, I don't want to be the bad guy anymore. She is already upset with me for trying to help her, I can't send her to therapy consciously, knowing she will hate me if I-" Hotch quickly answered, "What if I signed her up and took her. That way you wouldn't be the bad guy, she would just think I required her to go if she was going to eventually work here." You nodded, "Okay." Hotch opened the door for you and quietly said, "I can take her this Friday if we don't have a case." You nodded and said, "Goodnight!" He said, "Bye Reid." You walked back to your desk and said to y/n, "Okay, let's go."

y/n Reid POV:

You followed your dad out of the building and to the car. When you got in the car, you asked, "What did he want to talk about?" Your dad just answered, "Oh nothing, just case work." That was a lie. You nodded, "Oh, okay." The rest of the ride home was silent until he asked, "I'm gonna get some food from Panera, what do you want?" You told him your order and he went through the drive through to get it. When you got home, you grabbed your food and went up to your room. You turned on your TV and began to eat. About 30 minutes later, your dad called you from downstairs, "y/n, come here!" You answered back, "Coming." You walked downstairs and said, "What?" He answered, handing back your phone, "Next time, text me if you are going to be late, actually, just don't be late." You took it back gently, "Okay." You went back up to your room and began to get ready for bed. For some reason, it was awkward to be around your dad. You turned off your TV and just put in your headphones and began to listen to music. You stared up at the ceiling and began to cry. You hated the thought, but you wanted to cut again. You hated that you knew your dad lied to you, that you were going to have to go to therapy again. Why do I have to be like this? Why couldn't I just live a normal life, I wouldn't have to deal with the shit I have right now. I could have been average. But now, I am stared at when I walk into a room. I miss my mom. You realized that as these thoughts were racing through your head, you were scratching your arms with your nails. You sat up quickly and tried to cover them up(they weren't deep, but your whole arm was red). You put on a sweatshirt and decided to brush your teeth to go to bed early. - The next morning, you woke up to your dad lightly rubbing your back, he softly said, "Hey sweetie, can you get ready to leave in about 15 minutes? I need to go into work." You groaned, "Ugh, why?" He chuckled and opened your blinds letting light in your room, "Umm, because I have a job that requires me to go into the office." You squinted when the light hit your eyes, "Why can't I just stay home?" He raised his eyebrows at you, "y/n, you know why." That pissed you off, he didn't want to bring up the subject of you cutting. Why won't he just say it? It happened right. You got up frustrated and rolled your eyes at him and began to get ready. He gave you a look that meant 'excuse me?' He crossed his arms, "Umm, lose the attitude." He walked out of the room and you flipped him off(he was out of the room). He yelled from the hallway, "y/n, I hope you didn't do what I think you just did." Oops. You just yelled back so he could hear you, "No!" You got ready in less than 15 minutes and headed downstairs. You grabbed your bag and stomped out to the car. He pulled out of the garage and asked, "What's your deal today?" You just ignored him and rolled your eyes. He was pissed off by this. He put the car in park and turned to look directly into your eyes(in the driveway), "y/n Diana Reid(you can change the middle name), you better get your attitude together right now. I don't know what has gotten into you." You obnoxiously laughed and raised your eyebrows, "Hmm, I don't know...maybe because my mom died when I was 4, I was kidnapped, beaten by two different people...who were brothers. My grandmother hits me and I have PTSD, anxiety, depression... and I freaking cut my arms! The list could go on forever. So yeah, maybe I do have some attitude but you acting oblivious to the fact that none of that has happened kinda gets me worked up." You finished by crossing your arms, luckily you didn't start crying yet. Your dad looked at you shocked, he didn't know what to say. He began by saying, "y/n, I'm not trying to act oblivious, I just don't know how to talk about it. I never liked talking about my issues." You calmed down and said, "I don't want to talk about it, but just don't act like it never happened, it did." He began to drive again, "I'm sorry, I never tried to act-" You smiled and responded, "I'm sorry too." He chuckled, "But you better lose the attitude. You laughed and looked out the window. The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. When you got to the building, you sat in the desk beside your dad's. Your dad began, "Okay y/n, I need to fully concentrate on reading about 2,000 files for about an hour so I need complete silence." You just nodded and said, "Can I do anything to help, I've gotten a lot of homework done lately?" You dad thought for a minute, "You can practice analyzing the files after I'm done reading each one." You nodded and you both began. He pulled out files from under his desk, "Okay, these are all the men who live in Westville county, there has been a previous murder there. There has not been another one yet but based on the M.O, we think he'll strike again, so keep your eyes out for a narcissist behavior who probably has kids and works a white collar job. He has probably had a light criminal record for petty theft as well but most likely tried to get it off his record." You nodded and sat down and he handed you some files. You and your dad read them for about an hour. You put down the last file and looked up at your dad. He began, "Did you find anyone that you think would be the UNSUB?" You nodded pulling out a file, "Yeah, Mike Austin. Accountant at a local oil company, two kids, married. I asked Garcia to look him up because I thought that maybe his petty crimes were removed, so she looked him up-" He stops you, "When did you talk to her?" He would get so focused, he wouldn't realize anyone was leaving. You chuckled, "Umm, about 15 minutes ago. Anyways, I found that he had stolen a couple things from multiple drugstores and also was suspected of watching child pornagraphy but was never proven guilty." He nodded, "I remember his file, I think him and a couple of others we will bring in to talk to them." You nodded and your dad took a couple of files to Hotch's office. You got on your phone and scrolled through instagram. When your dad came back, he got a call, "Hello? Dr. Spencer Reid." You gave him a 'who is it' face and he just held up a finger to say 'just a second.' He nodded and then held the phone to his chest and whispered, "Your grandmother would like to talk to you." Your eyes widened in shock, you never wanted to talk to her again. You quickly shook your head and your dad said, "y/n, just talk to her for a little bit." Tears began to form in your eyes, you were remembering everything about that day. You just shook your head again and he brought the phone back up to his ear, "Just a second mom." He tried to hand you the phone one last time but you refused and ran to the bathroom. You were walking very quickly so that no one would see you, but that didn't work. You ran into Derek, "Oh, sorry." He stopped you and looked at your teary eyes, "Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" You sniffled and said, "I'm fine." You tried to walk away but he stopped you again, "No, no you're not. Tell me what's wrong?" You sighed, there was no getting out of this. You looked at the ground, "Is it bad that I don't want to talk to my grandma?" You looked back up at him and he said, "No, babygirl, after what she did, it's natural to not want to talk to her. You don't need to feel obligated to do so either." You nodded, "Yeah but...how can my dad get over it so quickly? I mean, it's almost like it never happened. He just talks to her normally like nothing's wrong. I mean, he's grown up with this, shouldn't he be the one holding a grudge, not me?" Derek sighed, "Your dad has been manipulated for a long time by her making him believe it's okay for her to act like that. He thinks that's just normal for her, which it is, it just shouldn't be. The reason he isn't holding a grudge is because he doesn't know what she is doing is wrong, it was just her schizophrenia." He hugged you and you began to cry, "You're okay baby girl." You hugged him for a while until you pulled away and wiped your tears, "Well, I guess I better get back to the desk." He nodded and you stopped by the bathroom before you went back.