CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: IDENTITY : STOLEN !

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⚠️ smut warning below!

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SPENCER REID AND HIS WIFE, CASEY WILLOWS HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM A TRIP TO PARIS, ALONG WITH THEIR SON AND HIS MOTHER. After everything that's happened with the prisoners getting out of their prisons, they weren't sure if they even wanted to go to Paris.

But Spencer had already paid for the trip with him and his mother and added two more tickets for his son and his wife. He didn't like the idea of them being alone after everything.

Today was their first day back to work at the BAU. JJ had greeted the both of them and discovered that a man hunter by the name of Luke Alvez had helped them catch seven of the thirteen killers that had gotten loose. He was a part of the army and also with the FBI's fugitive task force.

Spencer was currently explaining how the trip to Paris went to JJ. "Then, we visited the Louvres and the Eiffel Tower, and the best part of all was that on the flight back Mom walked me through every moment of it. I didn't have to prompt her."

"Oh, Spence, that's so great." JJ smiled. "The latest research shows that diets high in omega-3 fatty acids help combat dementia, which we gorged on in Paris. I mean, honestly, if she hadn't been clinically diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I'd just think she was a little absent-minded." Spencer told.

"So are you gonna keep her in the same facility?" JJ asks. "Yeah, she really likes it there." Spencer nods.

"How was Christopher's first trip to Paris?" JJ then asks as Casey pulls out her cell phone and shows JJ a photo of Christopher in front of the Eiffel Tower, Spencer holding him, both pointing towards the tall building. JJ smiled down at the photo. "Oh, he's getting so big."

"He was super obsessed with how the sky looked there. We almost bought a leash so he could stop running everywhere." Casey joked. "But it was amazing. It was great to have little to no worries about anything." JJ nods at the woman, "I'm glad you guys had a great time."

Rossi comes over towards the three. "What did we miss while we were gone?" Spencer decides to ask. "Yeah, tell us about this Agent Alvez dude. He seems cool." Casey nods.

JJ begins to think. "Uh, well, um, let's see, he bounced between different divisions before joining the fugitive task force."
"Former army ranger, right?" Spencer asks.
"Covered most of Iraq's worst hellholes. He's a first in, last out kind of guy." Rossi adds.
"Sounds like almost everybody here." Casey jokes.

"What does Garcia think about him?" Spencer questions and both Rossi and JJ exchange an awkward look and don't know what to say to that. "By that look you two shared, I'm assuming she's not the biggest fan?" Casey decides to ask.

"She... just..." JJ can't find the words. "She has to get used to him." Rossi shrugs.

That was astounding. There was actually someone Penelope Garcia didn't like. And that person was Luke Alvez. That was a first.

        After getting called in for a case involving a man who had the letters 'BAU' carved into his stomach. Casey was getting a fresh cup of coffee and Spencer was already in the conference room, looking over the photos that were sent in from Tara, Hotch and Vivian, who had all been in Arizona for the case.

Casey walked into the room when Spencer had been talking to a man. She didn't recognize the man but formed the conclusion that this had been Agent Luke Alvez. "It says here that you caught our next fugitive, Daniel Cullen, three years ago. During his sentencing statement he said, 'I don't kill because I don't have to.'" Spencer explained.

"I see you've met my husband. You must be Agent Luke Alvez." Casey holds her hand out for Luke to shake. "Casey Willows, put her there." Luke goes to shake Casey's hand. "Nice to finally meet you both."

Casey noticed that the man was built more like Morgan was. He was fairly attractive to say the least but of course, not as attractive as Spencer in Casey's eyes. Attractive in a different way. He seemed to be the chick magnet of the group now. Maybe that's why Garcia didn't like him as much. Maybe he was too much like Morgan to her.

"He sounds like an injustice collector," Spencer spoke, going back to the previous conversation he was holding. "How'd you finally catch him?" He asks.

"Cullen was always a suspect. We just couldn't get an ID. So, uh, my partner went deep cover, and... we caught him in the act. After I heard how he broke out in May, I wanted to be the one to put him away again." Luke explained.

"There might be a flag on that play." Rossi walks in, along with JJ. Rossi presses a button on the phone on the table. "Go ahead, Hotch, we're all here."

"The details of the Cullen case are all the same except for one." Hotch spoke. "The cuts on the latest victim are shallow and show definite hesitation marks." Tara spoke next. "This might conclude a copycat." Vivian added.

"It doesn't make sense," JJ said. "From his first victim, Cullen inflicted as much pain as possible." Luke nods, "And prison would have made him mean. They're not nice there."

"What person in prison is?" Casey questions.

"Brian Phillips doesn't match Cullen's previous injustice collector victimology, and the message at this time is 'BAU' when we had nothing to do with his initial arrest three years ago." Tara told. "So, look, maybe he met someone in prison and told them all about us, but more likely..."

"This isn't Daniel Cullen. Vivian's right, it's a very sophisticated copycat." Spencer told.

Rossi looks towards Luke as Hotch speaks up. "Agent Alvez, this isn't the case you signed up for, but your history with it will still be an asset."

Luke speaks up, "If someone's out there copying Cullen, it could still lead us to him, and I want in on that."

"I need everyone to look for any other discrepancies between the copycat and Cullen. Tara's gonna interview the latest victim and see what he remembers." Hotch informs and hangs up.

With that, the team heads onto the jet to Tempe, Arizona. Casey sits next to her husband on the jet, JJ and Luke are next to each other and Rossi is sitting on the arm of the couch.

"Off of bubble gum? For real?" Luke questions after being informed of the cognitive that Tara gave to the latest victim and the smoke he smelt under was bubble gum.

"We've seen the use of aerosolized drugs before. One called scopolamine puts you in a catatonic state. The other, sevoflurane, is used during dental surgery. It puts you in a suggestible, almost hypnotic trance." Spencer says, waving his fingers around for effect, making Casey smile a bit at her husband.

"And because it's used in dental surgery, it tastes and smells like bubble gum." JJ tells. "And that's why we think the unsub is this guy. Rossi puts down a photo of Peter Lewis on the table and Luke grabs it to take a look. "Mr. Scratch. Peter Lewis. He was one of the key players in the breakout."

"We're never gonna get away from that guy, are we?" Casey questions. "Looks like you get to hunt a fugitive after all, just not the one you thought." Rossi adds.

"But I'm bumping on two things," Luke says. "Number one, Peter Lewis should be doing everything he can to stay hidden. And number two, if he's going to surface again, why would he copy another guy's style?"'

"He obviously has some agenda that's not clear to us yet. But we need to consider a more pressing problem. Peter Lewis is a math genius. Which means he plans for every variable." Spencer tells. "Why is that more pressing? Almost every single serial killer thinks that way." Casey tells. "Yeah, but most of them operate out of compulsion and he doesn't. He would stress test all permutations of his plan before reappearing, most likely on other victims." Spencer adds.

"You think we're missing someone." JJ concludes. "He wouldn't release Brian unless he knew we couldn't catch him." Spencer tells.

On the screen on the jet, Garcia speaks. "Here I am, the paragon of professionalism." Spencer and Casey exchange a glance with one another, knowing that that statement was definitely not true.

"Garcia, have there been any suspicious m*rder in the Tempe-Phoenix area after Brian?" Rossi asks. "Outside of the usual drug and domestic abuse violence, no." Garcia tells.

"Check 911 records, any missing persons reports, psychotic episodes, delusions, hallucinations, that kinda stuff." Casey lists. Garcia shakes her head, "Mm-mmm. I'm gonna check the prank phone call bin to be sure—" Garcia cuts herself off and there's a look on her face.

"What is it?" Spencer asks.

"I've got a call here about a Jennifer Jareau. The caller listed the address as 54321 Rossi Avenue." Casey furrowed her brows at the mention of her two coworkers' names. "What the hell?" She questions.

"Wow, this guy is really baiting us, isn't he?" JJ questions. "Okay, it came from a burner phone, but they left the GPS on. I'm sending you the address now." Garcia tells. "No, send it to Hotch, Vivian and Tara. But let them know that Peter Lewis left the breadcrumbs on purpose. They could be walking into a trap." Rossi informs.

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They had found a woman that suffered from DID, the same as the previous victim. Once they landed, they already knew they had to create a profile and to deliver it. They had walked in the PD right as Hotch was getting off the phone.

"That was Chelsea Carter's psychologist. He confirmed that for the past fifteen years she suffered from dissociative identity disorder." Hotch informed the team. "DID?" Luke asks. "You're talking split personality."

"Technically, it's an updated diagnosis for multiple personality disorder." Spencer tells. "Both of our victims shared the same diagnosis, and Brian has it, too. That's a small victimology pool." JJ says. "Why only those who have DID? What's Scratch trying to play here?" Casey wondered.

"Maybe it's more effective with the drugs? It could be that those with DID are most likely found in the regions here." Vivian says. "It's localized here," Spencer adds. "The university of Tempe has a summer camp that helps kids with dissociative disorders."

Hotch nkds, "And Garcia's contacting all the doctors and administrators. It's got to be where he's finding his victims." Rossi shakes his head, "Yeah, but what does DID get him?" Vivian shrugs, "Best guess is that he wants to manipulate their identities, and he wants a violent one in access."

"That means Peter Lewis is not the copycat." JJ tells. "No, but he's a part of it. It's someone with DID who he dosed." Vivian told.

"So he's telling this alternate to cut his victims like the Crimson King, and he would need to keep dosing him to maintain the illusion." JJ said. "Peter Lewis never liked to kill. He always got others to do his dirty work for him." Rossi added.

"Here's the thing," Spencer begins. "DID is a difficult disorder to treat, but it's even more difficult for a third party to control. To succeed with this kind of experimentation, he would have had multiple failures."

"We are seeing that. Brian survived the torture, and Chelsea's mind snapped from it." JJ told. "It begs the question, though... why didn't Brian go crazy?" Luke asks.

"Tara's looking into that now." Vivian informs.

Soon enough, after the team got comfortable at the PD, Tara had come back and informed them of what Brian had told her. Hotch gathered everyone up soon afterwards because of Luke and his opinion on the profile that may help connect a few dots.

"You can't analyze a fugitive's actions on the outside without taking into account what he did on the inside. So what did Peter Lewis do on the inside?" Luke questioned.

"Nothing," Spencer told. "He was a model prisoner." Luke shakes his head, "No, it goes further than that. He had no contact with other convicts. He didn't join or get pressured into a gang. When he gets out, he picks up as if no time had passed."

"So, he had the resources in place before we arrested him." JJ said. "A safe house to stay in, backup supplies of his drugs." Rossi added.

"He could have gone anywhere in the country. I mean, anywhere in the world, probably. Then he came here. To Tempe, Arizona?" Luke questions.

"He had the highest concentration of targets with DID here." Spencer said. "You said he wouldn't reveal himself until his plan was foolproof." Spencer nods at Luke. "Right? This isn't foolproof. Brian and Chelsea have been failures. But what part of his plan has worked?" Everyone then knew what Luke meant. "Us. You see where I'm going with this?"

"Fugitives like him, they do everything to stay underground. But he's wanted our attention since the beginning. Why is he still targeting us when he can stay on the DL?" Casey questioned herself, finally reading Luke's mind fully to what he was explaining.

"Where I keep hitting a wall is why." Luke adds.

"Especially if he already has a list of all the kids that went to that camp." Tara adds. "Maybe we need to re-evaluate our presumptions. When Peter Lewis needed information before, he hacked Quantico." Hotch tells.

"And blew up my computer." Casey mumbles under her breath, causing Luke to look her way to utter confusion. Casey snaps her head his way. "Long story."

"Well, he can't do that again." JJ tells. "So maybe he's going to get his information from us." Hotch tells. "And we're compiling the very list he would want." Rossi added.
"We know all his tricks. We're not gonna give him the list. The police aren't. How is he gonna get it?" Vivian questions.

"Brian." Tara spoke, guilt coloring her face. "I asked Officer Dewey to go over the list with him once Garcia had something. Oh, god, Hotch, I'm so sorry."

Hotch immediately goes to call Garcia. "Yes, sir." The woman speaks as soon as she answers. "Garcia, don't distribute the list." Hotch ordered. There's a pause. "But... I just hit send."

Oh, shit.

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Brian had gotten away from the hospital, killing Officer Dewey in the process. Carving the word, 'bye' on his forehead. Luke had gone to the evidence room with Rossi, checking out the arm spreader Brian was found wearing on his arms. They concluded Scratch had ordered the arm spreader at a BDSM shop.

After Garcia sent over the list, Spencer, Casey and Luke headed on over to one of the shops they found the arm spreader was ordered from. They entered the shop and immediately asked the associate some questions after flashing their badges. She had a questionable look on her face as the three asked questions.

"Uh, yeah. This guy ordered this arm spreader." The woman pointed towards the photo of Peter Lewis on the file. The woman looked at Spencer with an uneasy look on her face. "Could I see your badge again?"

Casey furrows her brows at her husband as he pulls his badge out. "Yeah. Is there a problem?" He asks and shows the worker the badge. "Um... yeah, okay, the guy who ordered them, the name he left on the invoice was Dr. Spencer Reid."

Casey looked back at her husband in confusion. "What?" She asks. "Did he pay with my credit card also?" Spencer asks as he puts his badge away.

The worker shakes her head, "Cash. I knew he was sketchy. Guys like him give S&M a bad rap. Which is why I did ask for a copy of Dr. Reid's driver's license, which he gave me happily."

"We'll need to see that right now." Luke tells.

The worker stops and then looks at Casey with the same uneasy look after she looks at her computer next to her. "Sorry, could I take a look at your badge too?" Casey's eyebrows furrow next and she exchanges a look with Spencer, who has a confused expression on his face. "Uh, sure."

Casey flashes the woman her badge and the woman scoffs in surprise. "Okay, you won't believe his but there was an order online for another arm spreader for a Casey Willows."

Both Spencer and Casey exchange another confused look and Luke looks at them, just as confused. "That son of a bitch." Casey shakes her head as she puts her badge in her pocket. "There's another arm spreader?" Luke asks and he then concludes, "We'll need a copy of the order, too."

Getting out of the shop, Casey had decided to drive while Spencer was in the passenger's seat while Luke was in the backseat.

They sent the license and order to Garcia, who immediately called them back. "He was all up in your guys' business, boy wonder and fair maiden. He used Spencer's social security number to do a change of address and he did the same for Casey and everything, but, speaking of addresses, we have a local one for him."

"That's practically having your identity stolen. That bastard." Casey said, venom bile in her voice in disgust as she drove. "Good. Get that information to the rest of the team and the police, please." Spencer tells Garcia. "We need to assume he has the same level of personal information for the entire BAU."

"And Daniel Cullen." Luke adds. "But we ruled out his involvement." Spencer tells Luke. "Now I'm not so sure. Peter Lewis copied a specific detail of Cullen's arm spreader, one that wasn't in a public record. The only way he could have gotten it is if the real Crimson King has been a part of this all along." Luke informs.

Rossi calls the three soon after. They're all ready in their FBI vests. "Reid, Casey, Luke, the police are ten minutes out." Rossi informed.

"That could be a problem. If the police try to convince Brian he's not the Crimson King, he could get unstable." Spencer tells. "And kill somebody else in the process." Casey adds.

"Guys, we might have a solution." JJ starts. "Try to keep Brian calm. We're on our way." Tara added.

"You might wanna step on it, Willows." Luke tells Casey and the woman in the driver's seat chuckles, "You're gonna wish you didn't say that, buddy." Spencer turns around to Luke. "You might wanna hold onto something." He warns.

Luke finally understands what Spencer means when Casey steps on the gas.

In under five minutes, Casey gets them to their destination. "She always drive like that?" Luke questions, the first one out of the car. "You should've seen her when she was an intern." Spencer tells as the three head inside of the house, pulling their guns out and entering the premises.

Once they enter, they find Brian, standing next to Daniel Cullen, hovering over him with a knife in his hands. "FBI! Drop the weapon!" Casey shouts.

Once Brian moves, they see that Brian is carving the word 'IMPOSTER' into his stomach. He's only gotten to 'IMPOST'. Brain holds the knife to Cullen's neck. "No. No."
"Help me." Cullen mutters out.

"The Crimson King doesn't kill. He doesn't have to. Remember?" Spencer reminds Brian. Luke nods, "That's right. You kill and it's over. But if you let him go, he has to live the rest of his life as a failure. Isn't that what you really want?"

Brian shakes his head. "No. That's not good enough." Behind them, Tara and JJ then enter. "No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again." Tara tells, approaching closer. Brian holds the weapon up to Tara. "Back off! I mean it!" He tells.

"We can't do that," Tara tells. "Okay? Someone told you to do this. But this isn't who you are, is it? We know that." JJ then speaks. "No one is going to hurt you like that ever again."

Brian looks at the women in front of him. "Nobody hurt me, I hurt them." He tells. "Yes, they did hurt you. They cut you when you were little. And then right here on this very table, you saw your own blood and you didn't know what to do, so you became the Crimson King to protect yourself. No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again." Tara tells, trying to get him to stand off. "No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again." JJ adds.

"Do you remember Eliza? Angelica? What they used to say to you at the foster home to calm you down? No one is going to hurt you like that ever again."

Behind them, they hear sirens approaching and Brian looks down at the ground and immediately drops the knife and looks at the team with fear in his eyes as he holds his hands up in surrender. "Do you promise?" He asks.

Tara puts her gun in her holster and she begins to put Brian in handcuffs. "Yeah. I promise." Casey begins to try and get Cullen out of the straps he was put in as Tara and JJ lead Brian out of the house.

Spencer had helped Casey unstrap Cullen and Spencer even eventually takes over as he puts him in handcuffs.
"Thank you, all of you." Daniel tells. Luke shakes his head. "No, don't thank us. You're under arrest."

Luke gets in his face. Cullen has an expression on his face that no one can quite place. "Okay. Uh, for what? What did I do?" Spencer peeks over his shoulder as his wife and Luke.
"Must have dosed him to make him lose his memory so we couldn't get any answers out of him." He tells.

"No, we've met. Three years ago. Hmm? What's my name? What's my partner's name?" Luke interrogates. Cullen shakes his head. "I don't know."

"You're faking it." Luke mutters under his breath. "Luke." Spencer tries. "You're faking it. What's your name? What's your name? Say it." Luke pressures and Casey tries to pull Luke away. "Luke, stop." She warns.

Cullen shakes his head. "I don't know. Tell me. Please." Casey looks at her husband behind the man and mutters, "Get him out of here." Before Luke kills him. She might've added.

With that, Spencer had taken Cullen out of the house and Casey looked at Luke, since it's just the both of them in the house. "He seemed like he really didn't know." She told. Luke huffed and followed behind and eventually, Casey had too.

This case didn't really feel like a win. Of course, the Crimson King was caught and Brian couldn't hurt anymore people, but Scratch was behind all of this. He used her and her husband's identities at a sex shop for arm spreaders. He had details of their personal lives in hand. It didn't sit well with her and it terrified her to think that this man was always one step ahead. They dealt with people like him, sure. George Foyet, Cat Adams, The Replicator. But this man was different. He seemed like he was two steps ahead and willing to make sure to cover his tracks soon after. He may have won the battle, but he sure as well wasn't gonna win the war.

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After finishing up paperwork, Spencer and Casey had gotten back just in time to make dinner and put Chris to bed. Spencer was currently doing that and he decided to make it fun.

Christopher recently had a fascination with stars and seeing as his obsession was starting to grow, Spencer had bought him a galaxy projector in his room that made it look like he was laying under the stars at night.

Spencer set up a blanket and pillows on the ground as he and his son laid down and looked at the fake stars in the room. Needless to say, Christopher was in awe of the them.
"They look like stars!" Christopher told as he played with the ears of his stuffed giraffe.

"Dad, what are stars made of?" He decides to ask and of course, Spencer is happy to answer. "Stars are made of very hot gas. This gas is mostly hydrogen and helium, which are the two lightest elements. Stars shine by burning hydrogen into helium in their cores, and later in their lives create heavier elements."

"Are there different types of stars?" Chris asks. "Yes, there are! In fact, there are seven main types of stars. There are Main Sequence Stars, the Red Giant, the White Dwarf, Neutron Stars, Red Dwarfs and Brown Dwarfs."

"Do stars exist everywhere in the galaxy?" Christopher asks and Spencer shakes his head, "No, unfortunately, not all stars are in a galaxy. They may have once belonged to a galaxy, but they are not a part of it any more. Some of these so-called "stellar outcasts" or "intergalactic stars" have actually been observed by NASA's Hubble Space Telescope."

       Christopher thinks to himself as he looks at his giraffe and holds it up. "I think I wanna be an astronaut one day. I wanna see all the stars in the entire world in space!"

       Spencer chuckles at his son's adamancy to be an astronaut. He really was like his mom. "You can be whatever you wanna be, bud." He then turns to his son again. "Did you know that the first person in space was Yuri Gagarin, a Soviet cosmonaut?"

       Christopher sits up, criss-crossing his legs. "What's a cosmonaut?" He asks. Spencer mimicked his movements, sitting up and crossing his legs as well. "A Russian astronaut." Spencer answers.

      Christopher furrows his brows. "Astronauts can be Russian?" Spencer nods, "Yeah! On April 12, 1961, Gagarin piloted the Vostok 1 spacecraft and completed one orbit around the Earth, making him the first human to journey into outer space. His historic achievement marked a significant milestone in space exploration."

       Christopher smiles, "Wow! Cool."

       It was around this time that Casey had come over towards the doorway, dressed in an oversized tee — most likely Spencer's — and pajama bottoms, that also looked like Spencer's. She knocked on it, getting the attention of her husband and son.

      "Alright, boys, it's time for bed." Casey ruins the fun, causing both Spencer and Christopher to groan out: "Mom!"

       Casey shakes her head, entering the room. "Don't 'Mom' me. We all have sleep to get to." Christopher looks up, holding his stuffed giraffe close to him. "Please, Mom. Just five more minutes. Pleaseeeeee?" He pleads with the biggest puppy eyes ever. Yup, this boy was definitely his father. The only difference was that the color of his eyes were hers, not Spencer's.

       Casey sighs, giving into her son's puppy eyes. "Oh, could those eyes get any bigger?" She ushers his son to move over as the boys both lay back down. "Scooch over, you."

       Christopher is lying beside both parents, Spencer on his right, Casey on his left and Chris looks over at his mother. "Mom, did you know the first astronaut was a Russian guy?" He asks and Casey furrows her brows. "I did not know that." She then looks over at Spencer, wondering how that came to topic.

       "Well, Chris here is looking into becoming an astronaut so I decided to give him some facts about astrology." Spencer informs. "Astronaut, huh? I can imagine that." Casey smiles as she runs a hand through her son's chocolate locks. "You know the day before you were born, I was looking at the sky and I swore you were kicking up a storm. I'm guessing you've liked stars since even before you were born."

       "They're bright," Christopher said. "They make things not so scary. They're like little lights in the air." Spencer chuckles to himself and then looks at his son. "Are you sure you're not talking about your night-light?"

        Christopher looks over at his dad with an intense glare on his face. Spencer looks down at his son and is slightly intimidated. "And just like that, you turn into your mother." He comments, causing Casey to give him the exact same glare.

        Spencer looks at Christopher and then motions to his mother. "See what I mean?" This gives Christopher a laugh and Casey sighs as she gets up finally. "Alright, it's actually time for bed now."

         Christopher groans but obliges as he jumps onto his bed and Casey tucks him in as Spencer turns off the galaxy projector. "Dad?" Christopher speaks. "Yeah?" Spencer turns to his son. "Can you turn on my night-light?" Spencer smiles and nods, "Yeah, sure thing."

"Goodnight, lovebug." Casey kisses her son on the forehead. "'Night, Mom." Spencer turns on the nightlight as Casey turns off Spencer's lamp. They both head towards the door. "'Night, Dad." Christopher speaks.

"Goodnight, kiddo. Sleep tight." Spencer whispers and closes the door behind him.

Both Spencer and Casey head to bed, closing their door and Casey gets tucked into the covers as Spencer gets ready for bed. After brushing his teeth and changing into his PJs — which only consisted of pajama bottoms — he headed into bed next to Casey.

        Noticing a discomforting look on his face, Casey brings a hand to his hair, running her fingers through it. It always seemed to make him less tense. "Something on your mind?" She asks, seeing him zone out a bit.

        Spencer pauses and then thinks, "We should go visit Morgan, Savannah and Hank soon. I'm sure they would like that." He says it so quietly, Casey can barely hear it.

        Casey then shakes her head, "That's not what's on your mind." She tells. Spencer sighs as fidgets with his hands. "Just thinking about my mom. Wondering what she's doing and if she's feeling better. If I'm putting too much pressure on it."

       Casey continues to runs her hands through his hair. "Your mom is okay. She really likes it at that facility. You said so yourself. And you are doing everything you can to make sure she's okay and that Chris is okay."

       "He has another appointment coming up," Spencer reminds the both of them. "In a few days here. We're doing good, right?"

        Casey removes her hand from his hair and traces a finger over his jawline before turning him towards her. "I think..." She kisses him on the lips. "We need..." His sexy dimples. "A little break from thinking..." His cheek. "For at least..." His jawline. "A few..." His neck and then down to his bare chest. "Hours."

        "Because I only want you..." Casey steadies herself on top of his lap as she kisses him again on the lips. "...Thinking about one thing for those few hours."

        Spencer smirks and he raises his eyebrows as he places his hands towards Casey's backside. "And what would that be?" He licks his lips, biting them a bit.

        "Oh, just a few things up my sleeve." Casey smirks to herself as she grounded her hips towards Spencer's very evident bulge, little moans sputtering from each other than as Spencer held onto Casey's backside, grounding her harder into him.

       "Jesus, keep doing that." Casey moaned out. "Does it feel good?" Spencer breathed out and Casey could only nod with her beady eyes blown from lust pointing at him.

        Spencer continues this for a minute and then immediately flips Casey onto the bed. "I can think of something better that would feel good." Casey smirked and bit her lip, mocking Spencer before. "And what would that be?"

         In a swift move, Spencer moved Casey's pajama bottoms and panties out of the way, throwing them across the room and putting his fingers towards her folds to gather her wetness.

         Casey tried to stifle her moans as best as she could and ultimately failed and so Spencer used his other hand to cover her mouth. "Shhh. We don't wanna wake Chris up, now do we?" Casey shook her head and Spencer smirked, "Good. Just lie back and enjoy it, okay? I'm gonna take care of you."

          Casey knew these past few months were the most rough on him and she knew that in order to gain some control, she'd let him do this. In all honesty, she didn't mind. There were only few times he'd take control in bed while Casey has been the one in control since they've been together. But she'd let him be in control like this if it meant she could be in control right after. And she knew that he would let her.

          Spencer rakes his wife's body up and down and sticks a finger inside her body, making her moan and groan into Spencer's hand. Soon enough, Spencer then adds another finger and begins to rub her clit with his thumb.

         "Just like that. You like that?" Casey whines in response. "Please... please... just... just come for me. Please." Spencer begs Casey. He notices her eyes roll to the back of her head as he picks up his movement, moving his fingers impossibly fast on her clit, desperately wanting her to cum. And soon enough, she does.

         Casey moans loudly, grateful Spencer's hand is on her mouth. Spencer then takes his hand off of Casey's mouth and then directs his other hand, fingers full of her juices into her mouth. Casey swirls her tongue around his fingers, practically bobbing her head up and down as she sucks his fingers. Spencer stares at Casey in awe and lust as she does, staring directly into her crystal blue eyes.

         "Jesus, you have no idea what you're doing to me. You're such a good girl." Spencer praises to the woman and he takes his fingers out of her mouth.

         Casey pulls him closer and kisses him on the lips once more and with her strength, flips Spencer over on the bed so she's on top of him. She holds his hands down on the bed and smirks, "You know... it's really cute how you think you have all the control." She teases.

         Casey kisses down his bare chest, coming face-to-face with his tent in his pajama pants. She begins to palm his dick through his pants, making him throw his head back. "Oh, fuck." He groans out. "Careful, naughty boy. Don't wanna wake our love up across the hall."

         The woman looks around and finds her damp cotton panties on the ground and decides to swipe them and sits above him again for a minute to stuff them in his mouth. "I just really need you quiet, baby, okay?" Spencer nods in understanding.

          "You spend all of your time, taking care of everyone around you... I think you deserve to be taken care of. You deserve it." Casey tells as she pulls his pants down, revealing his perfect dick springing up into action.

          "Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?" Casey asks and Spencer nods. Casey then begins to stroke his shaft up and down with her hand, making Spencer groan into her panties, grabbing onto the duvet below him, trying not to cum already.

           After stroking him a few times, she then puts her mouth on his dick, bobbing up and down and making Spencer whimper and whine. He then takes both of his hands, placing them both of top of Casey's head caging her in with his dick in her mouth.

            His member reaches the back of her throat, making her gag a bit but she didn't mind. She continues to bob her head up and down a bit. Spencer sits up a bit, pulling Casey's hair back into a makeshift ponytail and taking the pantries out of his mouth. "Oh, God, when I'm loved by you... my nerves come to ease... ah-fuck!" Casey begins to slowly take him into her mouth, reminding him to be quiet. "M-My tensions are of no attention... my heart beats with subtle integrity... when I am loved by you. Oh, my God, I love you. So much."

            It's then that Spencer's hand pushes Casey down again as deep as she will take him and he's whimpering as he's cumming into her mouth. He falls back on the bed and Casey swallows his cum down her throat. She gets on top of him again. "I love you, too. So much."

            "Ready for more?" Casey asks, allowing both her and Spencer to catch their breaths for a moment. "Yeah, I am." Spencer nods as Casey steadies herself on top of him grabbing his already hard dick and lining it up with her entrance.

          Spencer and Casey both try and groan as quietly as they can. Spencer places his hands around her hips, his hands making their way up to her breasts under her shirt and he discovers she's not wearing a bra as he squeezes one of her boobs. Casey's hands make their known way into his hair and tugging lightly.

           Casey begins to move up and down on his member, lazily hopping up and down and she can't help but ask: "Baby, I'm a little tired. Do you think you can—?" Immediately, Spencer nods. "Yeah, yeah, I got you."

           With that, Spencer had grabbed her hips and thrust into her as hard as he could. He moved her body up and down on his dick, causing her to moan at the movements. She pulls harder and harder at his long hair, kissing his neck, leaving marks she knows will be there in the morning.

          The sound of skin on skin is heard as Spencer is thrusting harder and harder into her and suddenly, he's about to feel himself come undone and he pulls her out of him and cums right on her body as she lifts her shirt up.

           Casey lands right next to him in bed, with a large smirk on her face. Spencer looks over at her and notices the look on her face. "You weren't really that tired, were you?" He questions. Casey looks over at him and smirks, "I just like seeing you control sometimes."

          Spencer chuckles to himself and he sits up. "Stay there, I'm gonna get you cleaned up." He grabs a pair of his boxers on the ground and puts them on as he goes into the bathroom to wet a rag with warm water. He also decides to go into the kitchen to get Casey a glass of water. When he does that, he hears Casey going into the bathroom, preventing herself from getting a UTI.

           When he makes his way to the bedroom, setting the glass down, he notices as Casey grabs the door and the walls  to keep herself steady. Spencer hides his smirk but it's not enough because Casey noticed it and glared at him. "Shut up." Spencer chuckles to himself as Casey plops back in bed.

          Spencer takes the rag, cleaning her up and notices the forming red bruises on Casey's hips. "I'm sorry if I was too rough. I didn't mean to—" Casey immediately stops him. "It's okay, really. I can just cover them. Your neck is another story, though." Spencer smirks to himself, blushing a bit.

          Once Casey is cleaned up, Spencer tucks himself into bed next to Casey and wraps his arms around her, thinking about how lucky he is to have her. Despite everything they've been through, they had each other. And their relationship had been the strongest it's ever been.

            He ended up falling into a sleepy state as soon as he heard Casey's breathing slow at a pace set to where he knew she was sleeping. Things could not have been more perfect.

new gif alert lol
anywaysssss
that was something lol
y'all deserved some smut after a while lol

and s12 is my favorite reid era </3 early and later

(also i'm writing a chapter on casey getting sick after this one but it has nothing to do with pregnancy or anything like that! i just wanted to make this clear! i've just never heard of anyone from the team take a sick day because they had a the flu or something and i wanted to do a take on that with casey! so i'm making it clear now that NO PREGNANCY casey just gots the flu)

me after writing this chapter:

on a real note i am super tired so imma head to bed lol
i love you all
i am so not ready for this season😀

spasey this season:

enjoy it while you can😈

thank you for reading!
-mya </3333