ADAPTATION {Spencer Reid x Reader} ||✔️

The Risk

"How long do I have to pack."

I'm not sure I can explain what came over me then. Why I wanted to go with him. I just did.

It could be that I knew if I didn't, I'd never see him again. And while I barely knew a thing about him, it just felt right. Maybe I was naïve. But I didn't care. I knew in my gut that he wouldn't hurt me. Plus, there was nothing keeping me here. No family, fake friends, and a dead end job. So what was I going to lose by going with him?

"Just grab the necessities. We have to go." He gripped my face, pulling me to him in a crushing kiss. I kissed him back, pressing my body into his. His large hands gripped my waist hard and I relished in the feel of his hands on me. I pulled away, my eyes searching his for any reluctance to take me with him. But I found nothing. Nothing just lust in those amber pools.

I knew he was taking a risk. Taking me with him meant that there was a chance he could get caught easier. That I could fuck it all up in a matter of hours. So I vowed right then that I would do whatever it takes to protect him. To keep him with me. I vowed not to speak unless spoken too, a seen and not heard situation.

I leapt from his lap, moving quickly to my closet to collect what I needed. I decided less was more, only taking things that either really meant something, or were a necessity. I fit what I needed into a duffle bag and double checked I had everything before I zipped it up and threw down at his feet.

Spencer smiled up at me from his place on my bed. My stomach twisted as I look at the hurricane of a mess I'd made. His hands found my waist, pulling me between his legs and sitting me down on one. "You're so beautiful," he muttered as he brushed the hair out of my face. I smiled, kissing his palm as I grasped. And while the moment was sweet, it didn't last long.

He tapped my butt lightly before saying, "we gotta go, pup. I need to put as many miles as possible between us and this place."

I nodded, looking around my room one last time. I'd probably never be back here so I wanted the mental memory. In the very back of my mind I knew why I'd never be back. Not because I was going on the run. But because eventually, the drip stops.

It will end in a flurry of gunfire and I know we'll be caught in the middle. And if we survive, we'll be tried for the crimes. And if we die, at least I can say I did something thrilling. But either way, I'd never see these four walls for the rest of my life. It was bitter sweet.

But as I reached grasped the pillow I always slept with, along with the blankie I've had since I was an infant, I truly didn't care. And the minute my hand was firmly clasped with Spencer's, I was all in. All in until we couldn't run anymore.

"Are you ready?" He asked me sweetly. I nodded as I grabbed my purse, throwing it over my shoulder. "You'll need this... just in case."

He handed me a gun. I'd never held a gun before, much less shot one. I took it with shaky hands of which he seemed to notice. "I'll never make you use it unless absolutely necessary. Do you hear me? I'm going to take care of you. But if for some reason I cant, you need to use it. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." He grabbed my head, pulling me towards him and planting a swift kiss to my hair. My stomach filled with butterflies at the idea of him taking care of me. I'd only known this man less than 24 fucking hours, and he had already shown me more affection than anyone has my entire life. Maybe that was why I was so willing to leave with him. To drop my entire life to run away with a criminal.

"Do you drive?" He asked me suddenly. I nodded. I hated the subway and with the way DC got so frigid in the winter, I was not about to walk in the snow. "Grab your keys. We have to ditch my car."

I grabbed the keys from their place in the shelf, handing them to Spencer. He smiled and kissed my forehead, a sweet gesture for the kind of man he is. I hugged my pillow and blankie close to me, looking around at the rest of the apartment. "Goodbye apartment. Thank you for all you've done for me."

Spencer shot me a weird look, "why are you thanking your apartment?"

I giggled, "you're supposed to do that when you give something away. They have feelings you know."

"o-kay. Come on we gotta go." He gripped my wrist, his finger nails digging into my skin as he pulled me. I walked in front to show him where my vehicle was. He threw my bag in the back before hopping into the driver's side. I slid in next to him.

It's too late to turn back now I thought to myself as I admired his features that illuminated through the sun. Dr. Spencer Reid and I sped off, and for once I didn't regret the choice I'd made. Because with Spencer, I felt cared for. Safe. And I knew, as long as he had my back, I would have his. For as long as he wanted me.