Criminal Minds One Shots

My Hero (JJxReader)

3rd person POV

The BAU had been working on the case for eight days now. They were all exhausted and losing hope that y/n y/l/n, his latest victim, was still alive.

"Guys y/n's been gone for more than 48 hours," Morgan reminded. "I hate to say it, but I-I think we—"

"No," JJ interrupted. "No. Morgan, we all know the statistics and don't you dare add anything, Spence." JJ shot a look at Reid, who had sat up and opened his mouth, presumably to rattle off some numbers about survivability statistics. "We have to operate as if y/n and everyone else is still alive."

"JJ, Adam Singer's been missing for a month now. I don't think we can—" Rossi began.

"JJ's right," Hotch added. "We have no bodies, no pictures, no threats. We need to work under them impression that they're all alive." Hotch looked at JJ and nodded at her reassuringly.

Just then Morgan's phone rang.

"Give it to me, mama."

"You know I will sugar shack- okay! So, I cross-referenced all of the missing person reports with minor alterations—"

"Wait why?" Reid asked.

"Well you guys were talking about an inflated sense of justice and I thought this guy might have one- anyway! So I cross checked them, turns out that all of them had reported gun theft."

"Gun theft?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah. As in, they were all registered gun owners but now they don't have guns. Moving along. So I did a bunch of looking around and snooping, which, can I just say, still feels really illegal—"

"Garcia we're in a hurry here," Hotch prompted.

"Right. Long story short I may have found your guy."

"I need a—"

"Name and address. I know my chocolate man, I've already sent them to your cells."

As if on cue each member's text tone went off.

"Thanks, baby girl. You're the best." Morgan hung up and ran out of the field office with the rest of the team.

. . .

"Hotch?"

"Yeah, Reid?" he responded, looking back at him in the rearview.

"We profiled this unsub as a police shoot-out kind of guy."

"Yeah?"

"Allen Keeler fits that."

"Reid is this going somewhere?"

"Y- yeah, yes, um... a- are we prepared to deal with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well for all we know he's got 11 people held up in that barn and he's ready to let them all die. How are we approaching this?"

"Same way we always do. Talk until we know we can't."

Your POV (2nd person)

Everything happened so fast. You woke up to shouting. You couldn't hear or see it well, but it seemed like blonde hair in a Kevlar vest was demanding your capture to drop his gun.

"Wh- what's happening?" you mumbled.

You felt a stinging across your face before you blacked out. When you came to, you were being carried by strong, dark arms. You looked up and saw someone following you. Well, more accurately you that blonde hair bobbing up and down.

You could hear machine guns going off. Then, you heard a scream, accompanied by a searing pain in your right foot.

You blacked out again.

You woke up to a whiney beeping sound. You looked around the pristine room and saw a note on your bedside table.

"Dear y/n,

    I'm sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances but I'm glad we did. When you're better, give me a call.

With love,

Jennifer Jareau"

At the bottom of the card was scrawled a phone number. You smiled to yourself as a nurse walked in.

"So she's my hero," you said quietly.