Fine Line [ spencer reid x reader ] ✔️

TEN

We're gonna time jump to the next episode, Mayhem, which is the continuation of Lo-Fi.
Recap because I didn't write this stuff: Emily and Cooper chase down an unsub, he commits suicide by cop and Cooper gets shot. The team figures out it's terrorism, and an SUV blows up (the team doesn't know which one, but we know it's Hotch and Kate).
warnings: mentions of drug addiction, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of suicide

Spencer jogs onto the fourth floor of the field office, eyes frantically searching for any member of his team. "David, I heard on the radio. I tried the others, but—"

"The cell phone system is crashing," Rossi says, his voice calm despite what is currently happening.

"A car bomb. Did they say where?"

Spencer's nervous—he's worried. He had tried calling everyone, and no response. He thinks back to when the team left—who got in the car with whom. Think, Spencer, think. Emily. Y/n went with Emily. He bites the skin on his bottom lip, glancing at the news footage.

"No. Can you recall every site where the shootings occurred?"

Spencer glances at the ground. "Uh, Hell's Kitchen, Murray Hill, Lower East Side, Chinatown."

"Alright. If our profile is correct and all eight murders were tests to gauge response times, we're looking at eight suicide bombers who are about to hit every one of those locations." Rossi points at Spencer. "Now call Homeland Security. Tell them to pour troops into all of those sites."

Spencer scrunches his brows. "Actually, if we're correct, there'll be sixteen suicide bombers."

"Sixteen?"

Spencer nods. "Yeah, we predicted that they'll hit the second wave of emergency responders, also."

"The bomb appears to have been placed in a black SUV parked six blocks from twenty-six Federal Plaza."

Spencer's eyebrows raise at the sound of the voice on TV, eyes flicking to Rossi, panic flashing through them. Rossi thinks for just a moment before picking up the phone, hitting Garcia's speed dial button.

He holds the phone to his hear, exhaling with relief as Garcia answers. "Where are you? Can you see anything?"

Spencer swallows, his heart fucking racing. Someone on the team could be dead and he doesn't know who it is. He clenches his right hand into a fist, lips parted in subtle shock.

"We got on the news it was an SUV that exploded," Rossi explains to Garcia. "A black SUV within blocks of the Federal Plaza. Now, do you have eyes there? I'm here with Reid but I don't know where anyone else is. And Garcia?" He pauses for a moment. "Find them."

He hangs up, and Spencer looks at him, fear in his eyes. Rossi puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing. A gesture of comfort. He clears his throat and moves back to the clear board, Spencer following him even though his legs feel like jelly. He needs to know his team is safe—it's like he can't think straight.