To be chosen ~ ReidxReader fanfic
You take a deep breath and immediately make your way to the bar, hoping to ply yourself with alcohol and get rid of he uncomfortable feeling that welled inside your belly before it was time. He made you feel sick, he always made you feel sick and often alcohol was the only way to get rid of that.
Pushing your way through the heavy bodies, you find a spot and plant yourself into a still warm stool at the bar. Dropping your purse with a little too much gusto you felt like dropping your head just as badly too. Your hands rattled against the bar but you were never too sure whether it was anger or nerves.
"Are you alright?" the voice next to you was soft, yet even over the loud music of the bar it drew you in. You find yourself looking at a handsome man. He was young, not much older than yourself, and clearly uncomfortable at the bar he stood at. His hands were clasped around a tray of different drinks, yet he seemed oddly concentrated on you. And Yes it was odd, the concern on his face seemed actually genuine.
You opened your mouth to talk yet surprise shook you again. The more you looked at the man, the more your heart fluttered. Even in unflattering light the man was obviously pretty, with sharp jaw and tantalising full lips. His eyes - dark under the red light of the bar - seemed to take you in as much as you took him in. A small smile drew through you as you watched his eyes fall to your lips too, leading you to take a very slight bite from them. He may have just been trying to understand you under the loud music, but still it made you smile all the same.
"Now I am." you find yourself saying. Leaning forward to make sure he heard you, you explain. "I'm trying to throw of some jackass who thinks I'm meat." before he could move you lean forward further. "Would you mind staying with me for while? I don't think he'll mess with me with you around," his animated eyebrows fell confused. "I mean, you don't have too, I just…"
"N-o, no, no it's fine," he stuttered for a moment before shaking his head. "I mean, um, me?" he stuttered again his eyes moving from you to the his fidgeting fingers on the tray of drinks. This was clearly strange to him though you couldn't really figure out why. He was tall, perhaps a little nerdy, but far from the mooks you had seen and spoken to before, so it was unlikely he wasn't here on a date. He wasn't here on his own, you could see that, but he didn't try and look at anyone else for help either. You tell him your name, somehow hoping to apply some sort of comfort. "Yeah, your kinda my type," you add despite the blush that grew on his face. He finally moves one his long slender hands twisting it around his longer brown hair and pushing it behind his ear. It set of another skip of your heart.
"I'm Dr Reid." he finally overcome whatever it was that unnerved him, but shook his head at his own statement. "I mean Spencer, Spencer Reid." it was real surprise that came over you. He was young, far too young to be an actual doctor. At least he looked like it. When you tell him why you were surprised the intelligent man lead into a gigantic spout of statistics on the ages of doctors and other things that obviously meant something to him. the boy was a genius though he never really said it.
It was weird. the more interested you became, the more nervous he looked. When you questioned him, he stopped for a moment before answering as if he was waiting for you to walk away, but you couldn't. Every time he spoke about what he was interested in, the more playful and confident his voice became. He truly cared about what he was talking about. It was the first time you had ever seen this. This caring. he wanted so much for you to understand why he liked it, painting a vivid detailed explanation of why this thing existed and why it mattered. It was like in the few minutes of seeing him, there was a small hope in the world. Even if you were the most insignificant thing, someone - like him - would know and you would matter. You could have listened to him for days on end.
"it'sverynice to meet you Dr Spencer Spencer Reid," you watch as his mouth curled just slightly at your joke, but something else catches your eye, igniting your stomach flutters again. Your whole body shook, and from the hand that nearly reach out for you, you could tell he noticed.
"I know, babe," you said louder than you should, lending it to anyone watching you. You took the opportunity to slide closer to him, slipping off the stool and placing your arm around his neck. His whole body tensed against you, but as he cleared his throat and didn't complain, you got the idea he understood your actions.
He was warm, so much warmer than you in the little black dress you didn't really want to wear. For the first time in a long while, your heart raced. Just being close to this man made you warm, excited and free. Especially after a little hesitation you felt his hand wonder to your waist, subconsciously drawing you closer to him, closer to safety. it was the first time you had felt like this, like there was a lightness in the world, when you had been in darkness for a long time.
"Listen, if you are really scared I can help you," he dropped his head down a little, what little nervousness he had was overwhelmed by a strange confidence that spiked your heart even more. "I work for the FBI, I can have the police…"
"FBI?" although every ounce of you didn't want to, you pulled away ever so slightly. Your heart pounded again but for all to different reasons. He nodded, confused again, but the genuine smile on your faced eased him a little. A peaceful darkness overcame you as you dropped your head on his shoulder.
"Dr Spencer Spencer Reid, of the FBI" you could only whisper the name. "Thank you," Too quiet for him to hear."I think you already have helped me," before he could question, you found yourself reaching up. Despite the heels you wore, you had to still stand on your toes to fully reach him. You kissed his mouth lightly, not wanting to frighten him away, but to have him remember you. The girl that kissed him, once just once was all you needed. You had found him. Somehow in the sickness and the darkness you had found him. Or more correctly he had found you.
He relaxed against you, not quite sure whether to kiss you back or send you away, but you could tell you didn't scare him, even though you were sure you should have. But you kept your kiss small and sweet. He wouldn't realise it now, but you knew this was the only thank you that you could give him. You shiver against him once more. a pair of eyes baring into you made you step away, but you take one more look into his genuine eyes. he's concerned about you again.
"remember me, please," he wouldn't know why, not yet. His confused eyes fell over you till finally he looked around. Unsure whether he was looking at the person who caused your shivering or his friends. But your words scared him, you knew that well enough. with one more squeeze of his hand you let him go, knocking into the crowd next to you and disappearing before he could even begin to look for you. You knew the drill by now, soon he would find you. or your body. It didn't matter any more. You found someone who could help. you found someone who could stop him. Someone genuine enough to want to.
Slipping into the car seat, your body shivered as the lights of the bar reflected against the knife in his hands. this shiver was not as good as before. This time your heart didn't race, your body didn't relax, and you could only wish for the warm hands you had just met and no doubt spend the rest of your short life wanting again, just once.
"I did what you wanted. You saw who i chose to play your little game with." Your words felt cold against your lips. He wouldn't know Spencer Reid. he wouldn't know the man you had chosen was FBI. he wouldn't know that even after he killed you you had sealed his fate too. "Now take me to my family. Don't hurt them." the laugh in the drivers seat was cold and daunting. At least you could die feeling something, other than his the coldness of his laugh.
Spencer Reid. the man you would dream about until you died. The last bit of kindness in the world. The man who mattered. Who made you matter.