The Bodyguard

Criminal minds fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal minds or it's characters but these story lines and Emma Frost are completely mine

Spencer Reid sat on the bleacher seat, looking down to the email he had printed out. It had come from the supervising president of the Bureau, stating bluntly that he was a wimp. Not only that, he was weak and could not defend himself, and so they were ordering him a partner.
Well not ordering persay, but they were bumping up a police person from the D.C. area of police force to work with the team and him, but be with him specifically. Or That's what he guessed they were doing, they didn't exactly say where they were pulling the body guard from. However, the letter was very euphemistic, but he knew what it meant. He was getting some meat headed guy to follow him and the team around so he didn't get kidnapped again.

"Come on, it's only happen… twice" Spencer complained only Derek chuckled and shook his head. Spencer's friend and part of the team was across from him on another bleacher seat, attempting to win at a simple game of checkers. Well, his reasoning was that 1/5 was good enough to quit. Dr. Reid, Spencer, sighed to himself and clicked his chips over Derek's and watched Derek Morgan's jaw drop before huffing and looking at his chances of winning. Slim.

"Come on Spence, we all know that you've been kidnapped more this month than last, I've got a count of 4 and the last one was bad for the Bureau. They're worried the public will think they can't even protect one of their own" He stated. The thing was Spencer nodded and understood what he meant. The FBI just wanted to make sure the public could count of them, and if it meant giving Spencer extra protection till he could prove he could take care of himself, so what.

He could handle a meat head.

Only did the door open and slam shut and shouting enter the room.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" A scream boomed off the walls. Spencer and Derek looked to each other than the two people below them about to brawl on the polished floor of the local gym. The E-mail told Spencer he would meet his body-guard here, not a couple of screaming banshees.

"I will touch whomever I want" The man snarled only to have a punch land right in his cheek. Spencer's eyes went wide as the girl dropped a bag and realized what she was wearing. A black tank-top, and camo pants, military boots, hitched on her shin, her hair braided from the top of her pony-tail.

"You will not!" She snapped, cracking her knuckles, "You will march out of here and out of my face or I will not give mercy"

"You're not a Bureau dog yet, bitch" he hissed only to look up and see the men in slightly fashionable suits. His eyes went wide before trying to get to his feet, they wouldn't hold him. Spencer watched in suspense as it the air was tense and the scene before them went slow. The man lunged at the girl who took him by the collar of his shirt and flipped him over her. Almost simultaneously, her boot was on his neck where his hands had flown hopping to push her off. Obviously she had a little advantage. She was putting more and more pressure on his neck.

"Bureau Dog, oh that's creative, who wrote that down for you? Or did you read it out of a play-boy magazine" She hissed, pressing down harder before pulling back. The man gasped only to have the wind knocked out of him when she smashed her foot into his side. Her boots looked hard, but by the way she kicked him, it looked like she was just as harmful Barefoot.

"Hey! Break it up" Derek jumped to his feet. The girl huffed and backed off but the guy lunged again. It seemed like she expected it because she didn't flinch.

"I'll kill you!" Eyes wide, Spencer was at the edge of his seat when he saw the girl smirk. Suddenly the slow-mow life camera couldn't slow down enough. Before he could catch it, the man was on the ground, hands behind his back and her right foot pressing hard down on his lower back. She pursed her lips and flipped her braid from her face.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Derek Morgan asked, looking to the girl who shot her head up and smiled. If Spencer was blown away by her amazing muscle and ability to fight without suffering a blow, he was now by her genuine smile and bright eyes that glowed from even down below the bleachers.

"Yea, I'm alright, just getting rid of someone who wishes he was my boyfriend" She laughed before throwing the stumbling guy away from her. Derek waved for Spencer to follow, who found himself eager to come meet this girl.

"Are you Emma Frost?"

"Yes, I'm guessing he's Spencer Reid?" She leaned to look Spencer directly in the eye over Derek's shoulder. "Hi, I'm your new body guard" She smiled, putting out her hand that he shook as well. Her finger nails weren't painted but she had a femininity about her, despite her brute force tactics. Plus, she didn't have a gun. Spencer found himself reading her but stopped himself. She would surely tell him all about her later.

Well, Spencer thought to himself, having a bodyguard can't be that bad.

Author's Note: Seeing as I have tons of time to update, I decided to update and redo the first two chapters which were written before I had a constant understanding of where I wanted this story to go.

With Love,

The Author.