Warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Typical Criminal Minds Stuff

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"How about Andrew? It's Greek for valiant." Haley Hotchner asked. She and her husband Aaron Hotchner 

were trying to come up with names to call their unborn son. Aaron was currently setting up the crib that their son would sleep in.

"Let's call him...Sergio." Aaron suggested. Haley let out a laugh.

"Ha ha! Please tell me you're kidding." She said as she looked down at the list of names again.

"Butch?"

"How about Donald?" Haley asked.

"Hans." Aaron suggested again. Haley looked up, smiling again.

"No! Wait, wait. Um..." She saw the perfect name. "Okay." She smirked up at Aaron. "Gideon." She said. Aaron smirked at his wife and scoffed.

"Not a chance." Aaron said.

"It's Hebrew. Look what it means." Haley insisted. Aaron walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, looking at the names. "It's perfect. Gideon Hotchner." Haley insisted. Aaron smiled at her.

"No."

The two leaned together into a kiss.

"Yes."

"No."

"Gideon." Haley argued back with a smile as they kissed. Suddenly, the phone rang. Their smiles fell. They both knew what that meant. There was a new case to be worked on. The Fax machine hummed as it printed out a Missing Person's report of a young woman.

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The alarm went off in a not so normally quiet little apartment in Quantico, Virginia. A figure was sleeping in a bed, the covers pulled up to their neck. She was sleeping happily, dreaming about something that wasn't what she dealt with on a day to day basis. She was jolted awake when a towel was smacked across her legs.

"Up! Get up!" The person shouted. The person in the bed groaned.

"Seriously, Pen. It's like, 8:00 in the evening! Let me sleep, I'm begging you." The person complained. The person who had smacked the other's with a towel was Penelope Garcia, 

the older sister of the person in the bed, [Y/N] Garcia.

"Well evil doesn't sleep, my dear sister. And as your older sister, it is my job to make sure that you get up and get to work on time." Penelope said, pulling her hair up into a bun. [Y/N] groaned and pulled the blanket over her tired form.

"Can't kidnappers and serial killers take a break for like, a year or so?" She asked groggily. Penelope sighed in frustration and tore the blanket off of her sibling's form. [Y/N] shivered from the cold air.

"As much as I wish they did that to, they don't and we both have a job to do which I am not letting you get fired from. So get up and get your ass moving!" Penelope shouted. She started started smacking [Y/N] with the towel again. [Y/N] laughed as she got up.

"Okay, okay! I'm up!" She said. 

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A projector flashed through a series of pictures of dead bodies found by police.

"Anyone recognize these faces?" A voice asked as the projector kept cycling through the pictures.

"Victims of the footpath killer." A student responded.

"That's what Virginia newspapers are calling him. We refer to him as the unknown subject or unsub." The voice said again. Jason Gideon 

profiler for the FBI stood in a classroom, educating students on his work as a Profiler for the BAU, the Behavioral Analysist Unit of the FBI. "I told Virginia P. D., we're looking for a white male in his 20's, who owns an American-made truck in disrepair. Works a menial job. I told 'em when you find him, don't be surprised to hear him speak with a severe stutter." Jason explained. One student didn't sound convinced.

"Not to sound skeptical, but come on a stutter?" A student asked. Jason nodded. It was natural for people to question things that the BAU profiled about people who were killers. But then again, the BAU were good at doing what they did.

"Where'd the murders occur?" Jason asked the student. "Hiking paths." Jason answered when the student couldn't come up with the answer. "Isolated." Jason explained, "If I'm a killer who has to use an immediate application of overpowering force, even out in the middle of nowhere, I lack confidence. I can't charm them into my car like Ted Bundy did." Jason said. "I can't because I am ashamed of something." Jason said. The more he explained why he profiled that the Unsub would have a stutter, the more it made sense. The door to the classroom was suddenly opened and a young man stepped through the door.

The young man tapped on a manila folder that he held, silently letting Gideon know that they had another case. Gideon looked at the students.

"Excuse me."

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[Y/N] waited outside the door to the classroom, waiting for the two other profilers. The young man who had entered the classroom was [Y/N]'s good friend Dr. Spencer Reid.

"They're calling him the Seattle strangler." Spencer informed Gideon.

"4 victims in 4 months." [Y/N] said, also keeping up with the information. Spencer nodded, looking at his friend.

"He keeps 'em alive 7 days. The handle serves as a crank." Spencer said, showing Gideon the photos of the latest victim of the so called Seattle Strangler. Gideon nodded as the three walked down the high school hallways.

"Allowing him to control the rate of suffocation." Gideon said, looking at the handle in the picture next to the body. [Y/N] looked at Gideon in confusion.

"To prolong it?" She asked. Gideon looked at them.

"To enjoy it." He said. "Seattle's hit a wall?" He asked. Spencer looked down at the picture again.

"Physical evidence is nonexistent." He said. [Y/N] nodded and looked at Gideon.

"There are no tangible leads." They said. Gideon took the picture from the Dr.'s hand.

"And another girl is missing." He said. He opened a door that lead to the front office.

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Gideon stood in the office, glasses on his face so that he could read better.

"I looked the case file over. I'll get some thoughts to you ASAP." Gideon said. Both Spencer and [Y/N] were standing by the slots where the teacher's mail was put. Aaron Hotchner walked through the door of the office, dressed in a black dress coat, a white button down shirt, black pants, a tie and black shoes, a complete contrast to what he had been wearing while he was at home with his wife.

"You're gonna be with us in Seattle ASAP." Aaron said. Jason looked up at Aaron and another male as they walked in. Jason took off his glasses and walked over to them. Derek Morgan, 

also a profiler for the FBI held up a picture of a woman who just recently went missing.

"22-year-old Heather Woodland." Derek explained. Spencer and [Y/N] observed the scene from where they stood.

"Before she left for lunch, she downloaded an email with a time-delayed virus attached. The killer's virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen." Aaron said, handing a printed copy of what was left on the screen in a plastic bag. This copy was a piece of evidence that could not be contaminated by outside forces, whether that be hand prints or other things.

'For heavens sake catch me before I kill more. I cannot control my self' was typed over and over again. Aaron watched Gideon, waiting for his reaction. Gideon glanced up at Aaron before looking down at the paper again.

"'For heaven's sake, catch me before I kill more. I cannot control myself.'" Gideon read out the sentence typed.

"He never keeps them for more than 7 days," Aaron said, while Gideon was staring at a framed picture of the same exact words on the paper. In the frame, the words were written in blood. "Which means we have fewer than 36 hours to find her." Aaron said. [Y/N] uncrossed her arms, which were crossed over her chest, and tucked their hands into their pockets. Derek looked at Gideon.

"They want you back in the saddle. You ready?" He asked Gideon. [Y/N] tilted her head to look over Morgan's shoulder.

"Looks like medical leave's over, boss." Spencer said. Gideon looked at all of them in slight confusion.

"They sure they want me?" He asked. [Y/N] nodded her head.

"The order came from the director." They said. Gideon sighed and turned around to look at the framed picture again.

"Well, we'd better get started."

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//Here is the first chapter in the Spencer Reid x Reader series. I've tried to make the reader gender neutral, which is why I haven't specified what the reader is wearing cause I don't want to give a specific gender to the reader. Feel free to let me know what you think about the first chapter so far. Also, I am probably going to be splitting the chapters into different parts. Chapter 2 will be part 2.  I know I said I would try to make the reader gender neutral, but it is really hard for me to put they instead of she or he. I do not, at all have anything against the non binary community or gender neutral readers. I just prefer to make the readers and my OC's female, I hope that doesn't upset any of you.//