Now that Wattpad is done being dumb...GUYS!!!!!! My Spencer Reid Insert Book is (was?) #493 in FanFiction UM THANK YOU!!! I know that may not seem like a big deal but t sure is to me! Thank you for all your reading and voting and commenting! If it weren't for you guys it would just be a book full of rearranges letters haha

emmybear7878- thank you for your idea! I wasn't quite sure what fear to go with since everyone could collectively have every fear on the planet so I'm gonna go with Bathophobia...

Oh and sorry this has taken so long, loads of things happened all at once. Boss went to the hospital, a friend got married, I went skiing for the first time, I am slightly ill, and Valentines week was...for working at a flower shop...it was literal Hell..... BUT NO WORRIES! I lived and will be able to post more! Yay haha so here you are and I hope you enjoy!

You rubbed your face as you glared at the third stack of papers staring at you from across your desk. It took everything in you to not take them and just toss them into the trashcan at your feet. Instead, you picked up the paper on the top and started to crumble it up with one hand, but the face of a glowering Hotch flashed in your mind's eye and you stopped, smacking it on the table with a groan. 

Light laughter made you turn, your face still scowling. "Shut up Morgan. I'm not in the mood."

Derek laughed a bit louder as he placed his stuff on the desk next to you, nudging your slouching body with his foot as came to sit on your desk, picking up a nicknack and tossing it up in the air. 

"But you are in a mood. What's good little mama?"

You pushed back your hair from your face and leaned back in your chair, letting out a long breath of air, puffing out your cheeks. "Well...I got a new job and instead of field work, I do paperwork. The guy I like is and forever will be out of my league. And I now have a pet cat I need to take care of because suddenly stray's think it's ok to choose their families now and then suddenly forget how to take care of themselves."

Derek winced sympathetically, now tossing your stapler in the air. "I thought you liked 'Mud paws'?" You silently thanked him for ignoring the whole 'guy I like' part.

Your new cat was named Mud Paws because when you first met him he had followed you in from bringing in groceries, tracking muddy paw prints behind you. Two weeks of constant appearances and nagging to be pet, you suddenly had a cat. He was a brown Havana cat with the most gorgeous gemstone green eyes. You didn't have the heart to get rid of him though you were nearly eighty-five percent sure you were allergic to him. His fur color reminded you too much of a special someone's eyes. 

You shrugged a shoulder. "Things happen I guess. Plus, I kinda like knowing I'm needed, much less wanted."

Derek put your stapler back and leaned forward, his eyes looking about as if making sure no one else was listening though you were literally working for the FBI. Everyone was listening. 

"What if I told you I knew a guy who would gladly give you all the attention you need and make you feel wanted without making you go into anaphylactic shock."

You snorted. "Heart attack more like it."

"Bonus points his eyes match your cat's fur."

You placed a hand on your heart and looked astonished. "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, the wonders will never cease!"

"I'll leave that to him." Derek winked as he got off your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a gentle shake. "We both know who we are talking about. Let me talk to the Wonder Boy for you."

"Talk to me about what?"

Of course, Spencer had to walk in right at that moment. You looked at Derek and gave him the coldest "don't you dare" look that you could muster. The big guy only chuckled, shaking his head as he left you to go to his own desk, looking back at Spencer.

"Tell you about (Y/n)'s new cat."

Spencer's face lit up and he stepped forward eagerly, his warm brown eyes meeting your (e/c) ones. "You let Mud Paws stay?" He asked eagerly.

There. That smiles and those excited eyes were why you kept the cat. Any time  Spencer came over for one reason or another Mud Paws would meow and rub all over him and lick him and never leave his side. Spencer loved him but of course, couldn't keep him for himself. So you decided why not have him around your place for Spencer to look forward to seeing. And as some incentive to have him come by more often. It was a foolproof plan. 

You stood up and stretched, nodding. "Sure did. Though he didn't give me much of a choice. He already made himself at home." You smiled with a shrug. 

Penelope and JJ walked in, clearly having heard the conversation. "We really need to think of a better name than Mud Paws though," added JJ as she tossed her jacket onto her chair. 

Penelope bit the side of her cheek before nodding slowly. "Muddy? Mudster? MP?"

Spencer shook his head. "I like Mud Paws," he then nodded to you, "you picked it. Usually the first name you give something always sticks. Plus, I think it suits him."

"Might as well call him 'Spencer's eyes'," Derek mumbled under his breath for only you to hear. At least you hoped you were the only one to hear that. You glared at him, wanting to punch that smile off his face. But Spencer drew your attention again, saving his friend's annoying face. 

"I'll come by later tonight and give him a proper welcome into the family." Spencer smiled so wide you nearly got jealous of your own cat. 

You rubbed the back of your neck, laughing nervously. "Hahaha, sound's good Spence."

Derek leaned forward and whispered behind your back for you to hear. "Look at Mud Paws already bringing the two of you together. He's the real MVP."

But before you could turn around and go through with your initial thought of slapping him, Hotch came rushing into the room, Rossi close on his heels. You watched as they spoke to Penelope in hushed tones. 

You and Spencer exchanged glances, his shoulders shrugging as he pouted his bottom lip slightly. You stared for a moment before looking away, shaking your head. Emily came up next to you and folded her arms. 

"Looks like another dozy we got here," Emily observed. 

"Didn't Hotch say today was going to be a busy day," Spencer said, furrowing his brows. 

You let out a breath and nodded to the paper on your desk. "Busy day of papers. But it looks like that's going to change."

Hotch and Rossi turned to the rest of you, their faces stern. Penelope rushed off to her office with not even so little as a cheery good luck or witty goodbye. You felt your middle pinch like it always did before a large case was presented.

Morgan hopped off your desk and nodded to the senior agents. "Where is this one?" he asked.

"Alabama," Rossi answered, "Four dead. All from various parts of the US in possession of very convincing letters that persuaded them to pick up and go to a very remote town. Almost like a little vacation of sorts with a scavenger hunt and maze to get a fun surprise at the end. Only they didn't get to go back home after winning the grand prize."

You shook your head, taking a step forward. "What do you mean?"

Hotch looked at each of you before replying. "The unsub asked for us. By name."

Your skin prickled with fear as your blood ran cold. The smell of coffee and old books calmed you as Spencer came to sand right behind your shoulder, his arm bumping yours. 

"All of us? By name? How is that possible? How do you know so much, we haven't heard of this case before." Spencer's voice sped up as the worry in the room grew. 

Hotch's eyes darkened. "Think Dr. Reid, when was the last time our team members were called out by name by the unsub before we had a profile on them?"

You looked up at Spencer, taking in at his thoughtful expression. Then his eyes met yours as you both came to the same realization. Your blood ran cold and your hands started to shake. You stared at nothing as your mind threw you back to the very reason you were on the BAU, the whole reason you joined. 

Spencer stood closer to you, your body well aware of his closeness, his smell enveloping you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through the nose. A hand reached down and softly covered one of your fists, helping you calm down a bit.

Emily stepped forward. "Is it a copycat or the real deal."

You didn't open your eyes as you waited for the reply. You turned your head and leaned against Spencer, hearing his heart beat as wildly as yours. 

Rossi took a breath before answering. "Hotch and I, we think it's a copycat. But we won't know for sure until we get there."

You opened your eyes and nodded, not looking at anyone as you grabbed for your things. "I'm ready."

Hotch nodded. "We leave in ten."

TIME JUMP (cuz I don't want to make this a million parts long haha) to the middle of the case where they have found the unsub and where they are hiding but the crew is quickly figuring out there is a pattern...

You held your gun to your side as you followed Rossi with Spencer and Emily close behind you. 

As soon as the team arrived at the abandoned apartment, Garcia was cut off from communications. Morgan nearly flipped but kept his cool knowing he could let out that anger on the unsub the sooner he found him. 

Not five minutes later, Morgan was leading the group but took a tranquilizer shot to the chest, taking him by surprise. But by the time he found the gun he took two more shots and was out for the count. However, no one else was targetted though the gun was fully loaded and functional. 

Unable to call 911, Hoch, Emily, and Rossi put Morgan in one of the cars. Spencer stood by you, his body close and protecting, but you didn't mind. Once they came back to the building, Hotch shot the gun then lead the team through the halls. No one was to split up.

Two rooms later, Hotch was taken out. The sound of children crying drew him into a room. He kept going on how it was Jack and he had to save him. The rest of you tried to convince him otherwise but it was too late. The room he was drawn into locked down with glass doors and soon filled with sleeping gas. 

After getting over the initial shock, Rossi was able to lead you, Spencer, and Emily to the next part of the apartment. Spencer stood behind you, his arm reaching up every now and then to brush yours as you all raised your guns into each room you passed. This all felt so eerily similar to what happened last time with this Unsub but you were just a paper pusher and heard it all second hand. But then again, no one had gotten shot or gassed. 

Suddenly there was meowing from down one of the halls. You paused, lowering your gun. Rossi turned to the rest of you and nodded. 

"You heard that right? Not just me?"

You nodded, your voice lost. Spencer came up next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You alright (Y/n)?" 

You nodded again, your eyes never leaving the hall you were looking down, the hall where the meowing was coming from. It sounded so similar to Mub Paws but you didn't want to believe it, considering what happened to Hotch. 

"Come on, we need to keep moving," Emily said, her voice quiet yet stern. 

"Yeah..." you nodded, "Yeah, you're right we need to not-"

Suddenly the hallway was filled with the sound of the cat but he was in pain and struggling. Spencer predicted your next move and grabbed you from under the arm, effectively holding you back from racing down the hall. 

"(Y/n), it's not real."

You closed your eyes and nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. But," you opened your eyes and looked up at him nearly pleading, "I don't know what it is but I am having a very hard time controlling myself. I just need...I need to go after him."

You looked down the hall again, your body shivering. "But at the same time, I don't think I'll make it two steps past the doorway."

Emily looked at Rossi who just shrugged. Spencer turned to them and nodded to the hallway you were so intently looking down that was now quiet of cat noises. 

"(Y/n) has Bathophobia, the fear of narrow and long spaces, such as this hallway."

You closed your eyes again and stepped back into Spencer his hand dropping from your shoulder to your gunless hand. "Let's go," you whispered. 

But just as Spencer was about to take you away from the all but haunted hallway all of you paused as the sound of clicking filled your ears. All at once, the four of you searched for the source and what it was for but just as you spotted the door amove you come crashing down, it was too late to warn them. So you did the only thing you could think of. 

"SPENCER!" You screamed as you pushed him away from you and at the same time you fell back with an 'oof'.

The large metal door hit the ground you and Spencer were just standing and now separated you from them. Yo didn't have to look behind you to know where you were now trapped. You jumped to your feet and rushed the door, banging it with your open hands as anxiety gripped your chest. 

"Spencer?! Spencer are you alright?"

You heard shuffling on the other end before a voice answered, muffled and out of breath but very much alive. 

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) are you there? Please answer."

"I'm," you swallowed, "I'm here." You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the cold door. "And Emily and Rossi?"

"We are here kid. You good?" Rossi answered.

You took a deep breath as you assessed your body. "Yeah, nothing's broken." You looked at the area around your feet, taking care not to look down the hallway. "But I don't have my gun."

"I have it," Spencer called from the other side.

You clenched your fists as you pressed yourself closer to the door. "Spencer...I hate this so much," your voice caught as you tried to press through the lump in your throat, "I don't think I can do this."

"(Y/n), listen to me. You can. Don't tell my mom, but you are one of the most amazing women I know. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for." Spencer let out a small breath and leaned his head against the door, you doing the same on the other side. "I need you to take a deep breath and reach out and touch one of the walls."

You shook your head. "I can't."

"Yes, yes you can," Spencer replied.

"We don't know what will be at the other end. It could be another trap. Just go on. I'll sit here and wait."

Rossi stepped forward. "You are the only one awake who has been targeted. Find a way out and call Garcia. You are our way out of this."

Your breath hitched. "Why me..." you groaned.

Spencer laughed. "Because the Unsub underestimated our strongest team member." Then he sobered. "Are you touching one of the walls?"

You turned, pressing your back against the door, keeping your eyes closed tight. Slowly you reached out and touched one of the walls with the tips of your fingers. "Yeah, I am."

Spencer placed a hand on the door and nodded. "Good job. Now, open your eyes slowly and look down at your feet. You don't need to look down the length of the hallway, just at your feet. But keep your hand on that wall."

"This sounds so stupid."

"So stupid it might work, right?"

You snorted. "Right." 

You opened your eyes slowly, keeping your head angled down. Once you saw your shoes you took a deep breath and let it out in a puff. "Yeah, okay, I am looking at my shoes."

"Perfect.  You are doing so well (Y/n)."

"Yeah, yeah shut up and go get that SOB, I can walk myself from here."

Spencer nodded, smiling. "See you on the other side okay?"

You took another deep breath, committing Spencer's voice to memory to play back as you walked. "See ya."

You heard shuffling on the other end of the door but you weren't done. You turned your head and called over your shoulder. "Wait, Spence?"

The door shook a bit as Spencer raced back to it, hitting his hand against it as he listened to your voice. "I'm here. Yeah?"

"Whatever it is the Unsub makes you go through, your greatest fear or what have you, don't screw it up and give in."

Spencer laughed silently. "I think I already went through mine."

You smiled weakly and nodded, looking back down at your shoes. Your body shook and your face blanched but you kept your voice strong. "See you soon."

"You can do it, (Y/n), I know you can."